Relentless war cries
From either side of the horizon
Meant that battlefields would be red
That there would be death
The air would be weirdly stale
The cowards faces so obviously pale
Yet warriors riding armoured beasts
Took to the dirty streets
Ready to die for honor
Some to die for the glory.
They would take on each other
Killing their fellow brothers
Over beautiful hills
Fertile women and fields
Poisoned arrows would fly
Causing muscled giants to die
Their blood would soak the earth
Their bodies scattered without worth
Vultures would later have a feast
On dead men who agreed the least.
Painful wails floated in the air
Those of mothers' chilling despair
Young wives heart brokenness
Children's hopelessness
Wafting away the stench of decay
Looking to choke the life away
Their dying hope
Their lack of ways to cope
Dying to live so badly
Only to later avenge deaths sadly.
Challenge me to leave my comfort zones... Something to keep my mind hooked on as I seek out my light. It has to either be poetry or fiction. That is as far as the energy I am running on can allow me to go.
How be your Tuesday out there?
**Cross Posted**
BQ.