The days choked
Upon the great plumes of savagery
Cast out
By the furious and frightful
Lionhearts withered
In the shrill cries of ordinance
Scattering, impaling
All brazen, fire bred travelers
With sharp eyes
Forever swallowed
Beneath the leagues
Of unsparing silence
The careless thrash
Of brother and foe
Is buried deep
In the soils of home
Beyond the waves
True chaos thrives well
Nestled, beneath the skin
As the cruel ravager
Of a quiet
Blissful slumber
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