Wars
Hollow drops, hollow places
Eyes red, eyes red and dim
Vampires' wrath ignites
Terror trails without traces.
Blades' cut, blades so keen
Bloods everywhere, blood of colours
Helmets and arrows clashing
Slashing,slicing,slizzing on scene.
Wars travails, wars travel
Home away, home - less
Wail garments wear the day
Dread like doom's day of the devil.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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