An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
What shall it mean, when gods immortal war? No guns shall fire, no cannons shall they roar. And yet, the Earth itself partakes of horror. The rhythms of the Earth shall make no tune, Asunder shall its structures fall to ruin, Unleashed, shall chaos crawl upon us soon. We must of needs be greater than our fears, More strong than what adversity appears.
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