WarFaceted weapons and broken stings
Survivors offer tales to sing
Of wives embroiled in despair
Men fleeing with light care
Helmets strewn amidst ground’s crack
Souls devoured by hatred’s fair
The sky crying, rain in tears
Blood in wine, succulent fears
Skulls lining carpets beneath feet
Wounds once healed do bleed
Ashes rise within spirals of dead
Secrets upon slack mouths left unsaid.
Horses and men thundering
Arrows and swords dancing
Red and silver indistinguishable
Bloodlust lets Mars’ cloak unfurl
Stones of the city, ruins of past
Prosperity not meant to last
As sand buries another page
Of history and blind rage
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Not very good, wrote it on the spur of the moment.
