Last night I've decided that I'm going to be working on another #horror collection. Although I'm working on a third poetry collection about life, love, and experience, I will be returning to horror as well.
This upcoming horror collection will be called Destroying the Summit, and will be released at some point over the next year.
I will be including my previous poems from the horror genre, however, there are also several new poems that will be included.
At just twenty-eight years old The Warrior had grown tired
Exhausted by the laborious demands of others; The Capital was indefinitely working against him
His services should not be taken with ease, as he knows this land more than all
Even those before him could not survey the land as well as Wilson Pike
Despite his knowledge of the land and unimaginable skills, residents felt it was "no harm" to demand favours beyond his limitations
They continued to test his patience as if his own welfare lacked true significance
People like this... make good men turn evil
By 2040, Wilson Pike was the leader of the "Green Patrol Capital" mercenaries
It was them; the other mercenaries used The Warrior
With his Golden Retriever as his one true companion, Wilson Pike embarked for GPC safe house
No one was truly protected from Pike; as the hero of the modern world could no longer maintain his composure
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