Can mankind ever find peace? Or will he destroy himself? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Nobody wanted to be there on that bloody field

the stench of death making them retch and vomit

thousands dying and mutilated lay on the grass

for a few seconds this endless slaughter stops

the once open countryside had now turned red

standing on their fellow warriors still and dead!

Two ruthless opposing armies fighting a mortal battle

at close quarter facing their enemy feeling his breath

no escaping the gut wrenching violent cutting thrusts

watching them falling at their own sodden feet

lunging with dripping swords for that one final blow

the horror of that final killing seemed so slow!

Endless flying arrows raining upon those fighting

as the carnage and senseless barbarism raged on

thoughts to save their own existence not be a hero

in the mayhem unsure of who is friend or foe

tired fearful wanting to escape this scene of despair

night falls the ground cleared grief fills the air!

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