The Final Disposition

I see the fields of ash browned by the sun the bodies laying in the field but the war has not been won my last gasp of air I have clung to you my salvation for years and years the darkness cannot spread I reason it is almost here I hear them calling now “the war has just been won!” they say a raw victory for my heart the battle has just begun on the horizon The drumming of my heart I call out in the rain only one can hear amidst the sounds of marching the gates have opened…