The terror

Kyriakos D. Papadopoulos

Tonight, that is a full moon, I am afraid. In your eyes I see the wolves howling, witches fly in your dreams, a whole madness the blows of the wind in your hair. Tonight however that Yankees burn the Faloutza some children are hungry, some others blub, there the wolves slaughter felly the humaness and the love of God dies in a basin. I am afraid of the dark screen, what a horror! I see with invisible eyes setting u a trial as black vi er the retreat draws the dark it fla s the love that I have in my heart and in a death agony it grieves !istantly sounds are coming from an afflu" of skeletons as they flock in a congress of terror, they measure coins in the sachet of terror in order to maintain their kingdom on the earth.