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.
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