A furious tide by Countess-Of-Darkness, literature
Literature
A furious tide
I remember the days without sacrifice and suffering
the days of the old
Of frays, unheard of by man and woman,
of children content and free
and none to worry of the fee the devil asked.
Tears over lost toys, not lost ones.
No, worries, no fears
No innocents destroyed.
I remember no furious tide of rage
that over took the mind of