Condition

Created: October 26th, 2004

A heap of the dead
     Lying at the feet
          Of oblivion

 

 

An empty box
     Full of pebbles
A necessary pretense
     For war
Now the holy gather
Now bearing arms
     Showing them in sunlight sparkle

 

Grunts,
     Shrieks,
Tongueless taunts,
          Cries
Now the crowds are energized,
     Neither side shall falter

 

Look overhead,
     See the blood moon
Faceless swords
     And soulless spirits
          Clash

 

Victory is certain
Pale, expressionless faces
     Stare at the confusion

 

Barbaric burning pits
Heads on pikes

 

A heap of the dead
     Lying at the feet
          Of oblivion