Torren's Torment

For those scared of death

Please turn your heads

And think some happier thoughts.

This story is gory and I ought

To warn you it is not for the faintest of hearts:



A man with no plan

came out of death’s hand and

Traveled while feeling damned,

He had a far goal

And a determined soul

To reach the small town

Where he was bound

To find a soft bed to drop

And finally the walking he’d stop.

Little did he know,

Passing mountains in snow,

That the world had changed

The reasons were ranged

There was nothing left

He took a deep breath

Beheld a gruesome sight

Of Ares’ might.

A flaming hotel

An evil spell saying welcome to hell.

Vehicles wrecked,

A corpse in one he checked,

The ground splashed with red,

The city forever belonged to the dead.