Heartland

war of course

A nation's heart can be understood

When darkness falls and spirits fade

Lost and lonely dreamers return to the woods

While what remains, walk the path of war that evil made.

 

And when they return to the dusty plain

They find their happy homes now insane

For in those years they were away

Their tender progeny sprang the trap that evil layed.

 

They sit on porches with nothing left

Their limbs and namesake severed from continuity

Bewildered they read the news which seems to jest

A future once so bright, now filled with ambiguity.

 

All those lives in piles rust

No more dreamers, no more old men to trust

Broken bodies live with lies

Never having the chance to say goodbye.

 

And as they sit clouds form on the horizon

Glowing green, the wind sweeping in from the east

The spirits fading cry on

Watching evil prepare its feast.