War
Black billows, smoke and dust, screaming in echoes,
Robust men lay down their lives and create widows and orphans amidst the cries.
Clattering of swords and flesh and bone, together and yet alone, in slain, in vain, for conquering empire, dire, bodies lay in waste, spirits flown.
Valour and mettle settle their fate from very few survive, the masses are late, desecrate, lay crumpled in heaps, last breath and weep.
Cut throat in gloat to be killed and driven down, around no one sees, for most they beg to be free.
Crimson fields in ruin beneath the view of celestial heights in wait, in sorrow, there meaningless demise, hollow.
Kings retract intact romanced and dined, order of all that is defined.
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The description is amazing, I feel as if I'm at the battlefield,
thrilling, vivid and effective.
Awesome work!
Thank you so much for your kind words and comment.Β I saw this image and it just spoke to me.Β Thank you again for reading.
Such a somber write. I think you and I are kindred souls
Thats a huge compliment.Β I love writing dark and morbid writes but i try to break it up because people mite think im a miserable so and so lol.
Than I must be your twin lol
Perhaps lol. I have found this really cool dark image.Β Im currently writing toward it but i want it to be super goodΒ so taking my time.