Forgotten Realms of The Mind

~ III ~

III
Singing to a heathen god
the warriors of
a forgotten realm
clash at the gates
until the last breath of life issues forth
...as I sit
the carnage continues
outside the walls
lightning
sparks the night sky
the storm approaches
echoing through the hills
the sounds arrive
the sounds of the seals breaking
' and I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name
that sat upon him was Death, hell hath followed him...'
           Revelation 6:8
stuck in past ideology
everything fought for
is in vain
cries of agony
cries of the dying
fill the sunrise.
how to justify
this senseless
war