Fiction Activity

Competition
Aftermath: Week 1 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Dark, swirling faces loom from the depths of space.
Our Allies consorting with such vile things,
A plague as their name base,
En-slavers of beings.

With millions of innocent souls erased without thought,
The Grand Master stands at high a greater villain.
Yet, morals question whether we ought
To cure the sickness with penicillin.