The sun beats down on a crowded field while trumpets blare and angers build As bloodlust spreads thoughout the men the commander yells, "On the count of TEN" As three is passed, an arrow flies Our leader is dead by the counting of five War cries are screamed, all plans are lost Soldiers break free, forgetting the cost Cavalries charge with infantry in tow Arrows rise up and drop those below Swords are unsheathed in search of warm flesh to rip and to stab, to cut and to slash Our armies clash with the fury of death as men on both sides take in their last breath When the confusion is over and the survivors have fled I walk in the chaos through paths of the dead body after body, my eyes move to and fro sadness starts to creep throughout my broken bones The gore crows are here enjoying their meal filling their bellies, it feels so unreal I look down at a pond, stained red with blood spilt a man gazes up, chest pierced to sword's hilt I stare down at my reflection with disbelieving eyes As the ground and sky resound with a dead man's unheard cries
ZOMBIES AIN'T GOT s**t ON ME!!!
final scene · Tue Nov 03, 2009 @ 01:45am · 0 Comments