Con Carnage
Mere husks remain,
unnaturally strewn,
lying by the dozens
on a red-soaked field.
Once stoutly girded,
masking fiery resolve
underneath unassuming
exteriors, naught but the
faintest hints linger,
sad siren calls to
former greatness.
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