War 4

War 4

The moans of the dead

lay all about me,

for they were truly dead –

even those still dying.

The pitiful wail

of a thousand corpses

accompanied their souls skyward;

or departed in opposition.

The reek of fatality,

futility,

assailed my senses;

climbed over my fallen defences

and conquered my undefended keep:

now, and forever, shall I weep.

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