Phantasmagoria
The sky reflects the broken bodies laid out.
Blood soaked field and severed heads skewered on pikes.
Racing forth towards fallen comrades with a shout.
The sky reflects the broken bodies laid out.
Impaled into the chest, blood flowed there is no doubt.
Haunted Night terrors, squeezing heart-rending pain strikes.
The sky reflects the broken bodies laid out.
Blood soaked field and severed heads skewered on pikes.
10/25/202
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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