The Battle Of Colorado Springs

The wind was blowing cold,

In a snow-covered Colorado town.

The glistening beauty of the snow on the ground.

The bawl of the soldiers

making there way

attempting to keep their enemies at bay.

The sirens were blaring, piercing and

Deafening ears

The birds were all scattering

To find a new town

A point where they could rest their wings

So much bloodshed, loss, and tears.

The flares they were flaring,

As the town was torn apart

Soldiers footsteps pattering,

Shrieks straight from the hearts,

Residents in houses,

Buildings and parks

Gunfire making too much noise,

For little girls,

And little boys.

The gunshots sounding

“POW POW POW!”.

The Sergeant's screaming

“NOW NOW NOW!”.

The buildings in the town

Crumbling around

Concorde's in the sky above Colorado Springs

Nothing but the sound of World War Three.

When all was done

And the battle had been won

They took refuge in the local Pub

Drinking and drowning sorrows

From the battle they portrayed

Pushing memories of lost men away.

They cheered with no fear.

"The Battle's been won!"

But my friends,

The War has just begun.