They stormed burning fields
Thousands upon thousands
Armed as well as sheilded
Neither force evil
But not one were good
They dismember and decapitate
Yet none flee from battle
Swords, Axes, and Spears
One by one, the forces dwindle
As one man is peirced through the heart
Five more arise to fight this never ending battle
In the middle of this anarchy is one lone man
Standing naked and cold
Unsheilded and yet unharmed
He is helpless to stop or control the war around him
Blood splatters his face as men around him are taken down
Without one scratch this man holds his ground
To flee would mean death for this man
So he remains his ground untouched
Everyday of his life is the same
Constant battle, chaos, and anarchy
Until one day, his knees grow weak
His face stained from the millions who died around him
Time has taken its toll on this man
He fears its his time to flee and escape this battle
He steps away from the ground he has held for many years
The moment his feet move he is struck down
Still cold and naked, this man ended this battle of his life
No longer cold, yet still naked
He rests in piece in the middle of a burning field
Remains of a forgotten war
Remains of his life
SyncoWappy Nervous
- 16 years, 10 months, 13 days ago