To be powerful –
Though conquering life
Comes at the weakest of times.
A blissful entrancement,
Of the fleeting desire to become,
Colliding as one,
To the sound of death’s beating drum –
Laying in the ground in a rot,
Rotting to the sound of life.Follow us to stay up to date with our writing tips/advice, schedule updates, special offers, prize giveaways, and writing-based competitions. Got any questions/inquiries? Hit that little email icon and send them over.