Sorry I Scribbled

I’m sorry I scribbled.

I mean, I know how

you

like

everything

inside the / line\s

I’m sorry I scribbled over

your

picture of what

we

should look like.

I’m sorry if I used the

wrong color.

I’m sorry that I don’t

conform

to

Crayola’s decrees…

But what the hell.

I’m innovative.

Pass me the green one…

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.

Throne of Armageddon

Empty scabbards

and

broken swords

carelessly tossed

before the

empty throne

Dead torches hang on dampened walls

lighting

Death’s way in perfect

darkness

Distant thunder,

softly rumbling, makes

gentle inquiries,

whispering names of

souls long

vanquished.

All is

ended.

All is

lost.

Behold the throne

of

Armageddon

who no longer

reigns

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.