Ants Hole Publishing

Pungent poingnant odors of battle surround
and saddle our souls. Silent is the nectar
of introspection that once was around, as a
scent of aberration in a ranting town.

Tearfully and tenderly, we remember them
in this tranquil air, somewhere about,
nestled in the shouts of cheer, a solace for
those courageous hearts. Summoned to...