Blood-Black Death (When The War Is Over)

War - The Ultimate Plague Of Our Time

Sweltering lands, co’ered with human flesh,

Decaying beneath a rising red sun,

Ravaging all, with wounds that bleed afresh;

Cankering bloody roses, just undone.

Bleeding skulls stare, with a murderous glare;

Piercing all, but sightless souls stained with sin;

Burying dreams of restless souls, who bare

Lasting zest; weeping o’er blood-stained kin.

 

Screeching screams scatter, as thoughts of children

­Drowning, within blood-stained human squander.

Tolling knells, fore’er echo for fallen -

Paying respects to bruised who wander;

Withering away, till they show despair;

Wondering, doth a cankered rose repair?

Reviews

[Aradie Rain]

This is a very detailed description of the battle feild after war...very sad..creepy too. The last thing on earth anyone should see, yet people do all the time.
~Aradie