Silas sat down on a Golden chair in that strange building reading an interesting story written in poem format by his favorite writer in this world; aaanuoluwapo.
aaanuoluwapo is a mysterious writer, no one knows his origin or where he stays, he only writes his songs and poems to perform in an open place like the market place and when he finished performing arts, he'll disappear. no one knows where he went or how he does it.
this is one of his most popular songs he's written so far.
At the battlefield
The demons are winning
The humans despair
Their hopeless cries I could hear
The smell of blood lingers in the air
The battlefield is not for the weak in mind
You'll puke just by the putrid smell of blood
You'll lose your hearing if you listen to the cry of agony
Fresh corpses lies a
