Lost Women of War

Saino : 7,8,9

Rhyme Scheme : Freestyle 

Saino Cluster : No 1

Title : Lost Women of War

O, the winds are a fascist,

Blow on the same melancholy,

To one path; war, panic, destruction.

Woe to women, miseries

Annihilated, bitter crumbs

Delineate in amber breezes.

The sun had gone down mourning

There is a stillness in the air 

The wolves have blood and curse in the midst.

She breathed her last, fire and flame 

Violated beyond repair 

Sparks of ambers flew in Elysian.

In death, she was beautiful

In their death of hopes and beliefs

In the field of everlasting peace.

We would watch the auroras

Colors of heaven, light the sky

Vengeance of evil souls in their grasp.