SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Bunkered

She shelters within the weed
As they lob cocktails over her wall.
You can't see her eyes;
veins thick with the mud
she uses to douse the flames,
rising higher, as she goes numb.

Bayonets stab acidic animals
floating in her challised waters.
Bloody war engines blast
their arrival; colorful lights
synchronize with the volleys.

The diminutive fighter approaches
warriors battling, chanting;
refusing refuge in their arms,
dims her dark, dry eyes
and dances to her own song.



Don't like the ending. I think I'm going to add more/edit this.

Noticed the first stanza wound up with six lines. Can I get away with 'challised' to show how the water is held? Checks his poetic license to see if it is up to date.
It's sad that when you end something before your muses are done feeding you thoughts, because it is hard to pick up where I leave off. Hope I can add more to this.