The smell of smoke is something one will always be able to remember; especially the poison like smell of smoke that originated from flesh.
It was a smell I had thought I would never bask in again.
Looking outside the foggy windows I saw the source of the aroma. In the middle of the square, a dozen it so bodies piled sloppily against each other were laced with the beginnings of a bonfire. Around them was a group if soldiers with their rifles trained on the corpses, like they were waiting for the dead to rise.
“There was a revolt last night. King ordered them all hung and burnt as an example.” a voice sighed in frustration. I looked across to my cousin who was laid back against the carriage seat with an angry expression. “Bloody fool if you ask me. He just pissed off the survivors of that ten fold. Mark my gypsy kissing tongue, ^we will have a revolution like blasted America in a few years.”
I turned my attention back to the fire and at my expression he smirked with his pipe poised between his lips. “Smell must bring back memories.”
“They wouldn’t leave us; I just took care of the situation on my own.”

The Truth about Deceit 

In the dark early morning,

Knowing that a new day has begun,

A blink of an eye it’s over,

They’re gone,

All was normal to a point, 

Stand alone, stand tall,

You speak the truth,

All of the lies, 

Have chased us away,

Gambles in hopes of winning, 

But I make the rules,

Now nothing can suffice,

Big or small,

A lie is a bloody lie. 

Benign

Ten pills in a bottle,

Ten pills she would salute,

Ten pills that she stole from her,

Ten pills to make her lose!

With a teary eye and a sad smile,

With an angry cry in her throat,

She pushed those green pills down her,

Down her nimble throat!

Patiently she waited, patiently

Waiting for her numbers to drop,

Too bad she didn’t know this,

That she had been fooled by a fox!

Guardian angel, or sympathetic Devil,

Something had intervened,

Someone took her chance from her,

Maybe for the best, try to be serene.