With blood thirsty evils, encompassing us
Repugnant reeks of gunpowder – acrid and sour
Sanguine fluids splattered in clots
Gory horrid sights to behold
Coming forth in their inglorious shades
Drums of war, beating in rhythm to bloodshed
Sheared necks, unsheathed swords
Scabbards lying empty,
Deprived of their contents
Non amusing terror, intimidating the feeble minded
Eyes candies gradually turning to eye sores
A land where everything once boomed
Now decorated with gloom
Me
poetry. I write to express.
and mind blowing poetry works
Me