A steady tattoo marches upon the bloodied, skins of battle, A sad, beguiling note resounds from battered, pleading horns. The song of an officer sounds, leading oblivious men to fighting, And tomorrow, tomorrow a battlefield mourns. The cries of the wounded, frightened and dead. The footsteps of those tramping to war. The questioning look, in everyone’s eyes, What, pray tell, is this fighting for? As Mars, and Ares, ride down from the sky, Atop golden Palomino, Werre. He rides through the hearts of everyone present, And strikes down, the infidel cur. Conquest, he rides with a grin on his face. And Pestilence rides through the down. Famine, he strikes at the innocents of war, And Slaughter, under bloodied crown. Now at last, a silence, reigns free on the field, The loudest, in every mans ears. For silence, the absence of battlefield noise, Brings forth the worst, of every mans fears.
Reason for writing:
I am a fan of mythology, and wanted to write a series of
poems about the five elements, and the five incarnations.
War, Death, Nature, Time and Fate.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Void
I wrote these ten in two days.
Birth sign: Not entered
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