Windswept Plain

Reaching up to the gloomy sky
With hands that stink of death
Crawling across the windswept plain
To draw one final breath
Shouting out defiant rhymes
An archaic war raging still.

As the night falling on the ghastly fields
Veiling a scarlet river cross the plain.

The rising crescendo of soldier footsteps
Each regiment falling in stages
The clanking armors breathe so heavy
A silent moment passing still
A gentle breeze moving through the air.

Bodies sprawling like fields of wheat
Weapons flashing and blood marching for wards.

Lifeless eyes staring out
As the cold wind blows
In the still of night
A gentle sleep remained unbent
A channeled homage for life
Unrivaled by dissent
Reach morning, before the sun
Awoke something else..

Bodies sprawling like fields of wheat
Weapons flashing and blood marching for wards.

Dissolving the ground into red mud the air is heavy with
The scent of death as the sun sets, red glow bursts
Darkness enclosing cutting off the sight, fading away.

Hail to the fire, earth, water, and air
Taking back the elements to the ground
Expoding despair, yearning hearts
Shattered souls, a dying of nostalgia
Caged in bitter cold, seize the treacherous night
Farewell forever.