Swaths of Death
Violent swaths of death,
a ghastly sight.
Blood-soaked soil, a
canvas of blight.
Screams of agony pierce
the nights veil,
Echoes of honor, a
mournful tale.
Deaths visage, haunting
scene to behold,
Their last breaths, a
story untold.
Gruesome remains, a
twisted art, of
mans cruelty, a world
torn apart.
Copyright © Mandy Jolly | Year Posted 2023
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