Sons of War

The battlefield was covered in blood,

A crimson blanket over the dirtied land.

The impure Earth seemed to weep,

Only letting contents exit instead of enter.

It walls were up as people trudged forward,

Feet pressing and pushing onwards.

Tears of blood and ash escaped

Both the Earth and the skies.

War was upon them.

Humans raced forward,

Weapons clutched tightly in their hands,

Bodies tense and proud

Yet trembling with a hidden fear.

War...

The life of fear,

Of madness,

Of pain.

A life of sorrow,

Of grief,

Of exhaustion.

A life made for those--

The Sons of War.