Season of a Million Carcasses
When the carcasses if the great
Befall a soft death,
The ambience of gold,
Beneath their master
Encompass a backwards halo.
The deity is waiting,
Betrayal of the seasons,
But only the natural cycle of life.
Each day more and more
Soldiers fall valiant,
As peace keepers of nature's order.
The season of the fallen begins again,
In repentance as it has always.
Copyright © Nichole Morgan | Year Posted 2011
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