Collision's Face

A bitter aftertaste,
washes past helpless faces,
the scent of blood on fire,
eyes gazing at endless pyre.

Silence such an eerie thing,
when desolation is at full swing,
the smoke dances across the trees,
apathetic to sadness hanging in poisoned breeze.

Such a great battle coupled with a precious price,
so many souls, this victory enticed,
just to watch them fall to their ends,
never to see the day such brokenness mends.

The cataclysm has taken lives untold,
unconcerned with evil, truth, bravery, or bold.
Such forces do not discriminate,
what drives a collision born of love and hate.  

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Your voice is such a force, Aramey...a lovely dark piece that invokes so much meaning.

[Aramey]

Nice to see you again Ev, thank you for the compliments and taking the time to read.

[Everett DeValle]

The pleasure is always mine when I read you...you are very welcome. I hope all is well, Aramey.

[Chris]

It's good to see you writing and here again...

[Aramey]

Chris, I've missed our pauses. It's good to be back again :)

[Justin]

this poem is a masterpiece!

[Aramey]

Thank you for taking the time to read and compliment :) I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Since I know the inspiration behind this I will be brief but I will say this - you may call me a bard all you wish my kindred, but you too then must wear that title with pride.

[Aramey]

Not a Bard, just inspired :)

[Wynter Ignatius]

Bardess?

How about just beautiful poet and kindred? :)