War

The screams spread faster

Than the wildfires as

Particles of dust

Cloud the sky.

Rising above the stars,

A pillow of damnation

Places itself where

We will all rest.

Knuckles of hardened soldiers

Brush over katanas,

Which they use as scissors

To cut open the hearts of enemies

And to clip their wings.

Not even the aegis of Zeus

Could save the ghosts

From this final asylum �"

Not that any cried out to the gods.

No, the screams were not sent

To myths, but used as a final call:

“I am still alive,

The first have not taken me yet.”

Author's Note

Picture: http://zerosilencer.deviantart.com/art/WAR-67045034

Written using fifteen random words given to me by someone else.

Reviews

[Babe Roxx]

A very enthralling write, as such on the cutting edge...excellent work.

[cfix]

This is really amazing, I like this alot. I found it haunting really. Well done!

[OR]

Good one
But I always do not approve with using the terms of "gods" because to me there's only one god, a god we respect and worship and his name shall not be used with nothing but extreme care and caution after that being said I think that's a quit good piece about war but using Zues as the ultimate power won't be logical for me, that's it

It may be for the others but it's just religious and cultural thing that in order to accept as you've got to accept it

Well I hope you don't take this review personely but it's just my honest opinion + I don't say I don't like this piece , I love it ! but I just dislike the two fallowing lines (the idea in them) :
"Not even the aegis of Zeus
Could save the ghosts
From this final asylum "
Not that any cried out to the gods."

[Crow]

Nicely done, I enjoyed the creativity and expression.

[Robin]

it is said true art is divined from the abstract . with your note we get to ponder the question of which words you were challenged and constrained to . 'Random' it seems is in the eye of the beholder. Well done.

[there is no more from m..]

amazing poem

amazing job

[nostal]

War magnified.
Great job.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem is excellent. The depictions are haunting.

Knuckles of hardened soldiers

Brush over katanas,

Which they use as scissors

To cut open the hearts of enemies

And to clip their wings.

This was a wonderful passage.