Out of the ashes ...
Some warriors walk haggard eyes dissolved
On the smoldering ruins where their die fighting. From body
uninhabited escape in soft murmurs
Smells poisonous memories ungrateful.
mists of the past capture light
And the warriors aimlessly moving in darkness.
With the last body falls as the evening twilight
In a long agony of war. The body
redemption, trembling with some fever,
Seems to have absorbed the chaos of battle. From wild rebellions
roar through the notches
Who roam the skins of these soldiers truce.
They walk without reason, as these ducks headless
In a mechanical persistence and abstract.
Peace without notice was ruthlessly seized
Some obscure promises to war sung.
Ashes gently settle to the ground.
warms the heart breastplates fever mad. Then they resumed in
drum infernal
Dance warriors, the sad bacchanal. On a dream
completed open some eyes,
Dawn was released from the sheet of dust.
Horizon eroded before them downwind
Future evaporates under the hot sun.
Ruins ugliest hidden deep within them
The real battlefield is scarred their hearts. On the moors
injured, blood oozing hate
The new day brings blades faded.
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