Stillborn

 

 

 

 

 

 

the battlefield was blushed in red
of hearts defeated
cut and bled
by foes disclosed advancing tread
of souls proposed
to death be sped

 

wounded soldiers
left for dead
no healing salve to therefore tend
flesh and bone
in prostrate spread
prone to curse no less unsaid
condoned no ode to final breath
no more with life
stillborn in death

 

departed cries
of heroes slain
swirled the meadow gusts this day
whispering of thrusted blades
of fallen braves
of trusted aides
of trust betrayed
of just waylaid
the rutted lanes
of gutted veins
corrupted blood
disrupted trade
an enfilade
of plundered fate

 

to rue the day
the thunder came
torn asunder
under weight of hunters chains
the barbed disdain
of those who laid fallacious claim
to stained terrain
of heroes slain
of carnage owed
to woes refrained
discarded grace
the shallow lace
of narrowed eyes
mendacious face

 

the battlefield was blushed in red
revealed the blood that rushed to heads
of faith gains cheated
cut and bled
defeated by the gusts of dread
of souls proposed
to death be sped
of those who left their brethren dead
flesh and bone
in prostrate spread
prone to curse of retrospect
no more with life
stillborn in death
condoned no ode to final breath

 

the touched reclaim
of heroes slain
swirled the meadow gusts this day

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

 

 

 

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