A Dream of a Better TomorrowPost apocalyptic imagery looming all aroundA Dream of a Better Tomorrow
ghosts of those not yet gone
filling the streets that have just begun to burn
an omen, a warning.
Like a monochrome movie the scenes fly by
compounding and twisting those who remain
hallowed out buildings peering down from a skyline
that crumbles more each day.
The fantasy is a welcome reprieve from the screams
of anguished streets overflowing
no longer able to hold the abject squalor
they have it housed for too long.
A Crimson Dream“To the end of the world.” She said. “Until the last Gods have faded into obscurity, Until the last buildings have crumbled to dust. Until the stars come crashing down, in a sea of fire and light. Until the last of the virgin priestess’ cries her third tear, Until the heart of the world stops beating. Forever…” A tear rolled down her cheek.A Crimson Dream
“It won’t be long.” I said.
The clouds are gathering,
and even now I can hear riders in the West. The sky is black and the air a noxious mix of poisons. Odin sits in his great hall now, this place left long forgotten. &
District 1192New Madrid- The United Republic of Europe- 2057District 1192
The Inquisitor smiled. It had been a good day. Three burnings, (Pagans caught worshiping the Pagan Sun God Sol) and two more floated and were taken into custody. The Inquisitor was happy. He was doing Gods work.
He was sitting in his humble apartment above St. Theresa’s Church, reading a battered holovid of the Malleus Maleficarum. It was the definitive witch-hunting text, and had been for centuries. He heard a knock at the old oak door.
He rose and crossed the sparsely decorated room heaved the ornately carved door open. The Inquisitor w
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