The War

The bright ones other than rest

Elite but not quite the best

Play all the games on the thrones

No castles burn before the mourn

They bet the flames on the empires 

With herds screaming kept out of the wires

Black soot ascend into the air

The flames ignite on her bare

Body that's been tore by the weapons

Rises with crackles to repeat some lessons

That's to be brought on all

Who made her crawl

A splash is heard in the crowd

Way more distinct ,way more loud

But pity, it's not quite the water

It's the blood, blood way much hotter.

He falls into deep ends with dark end blanket

Stitched with eternal hands, its lord granted

He wraps them with care

Hide under it every hair

Of his love and loved ones

Whom he laughed with once

But today is different 

Cuz tonight is distant

There's a smile on her burning lips

As wide as his bloody spill

But those eyes tell a different story

The story of a cursed glory

The tale which has been repeated

          again and again and again

The tale of his and her, pride and repentance

Which questions the decisions of deity

The way they're slaughtered for everyone's duty

Nation and empire ,the castles and the mold

Though hypnotic its out of their hold

The only mistake they got ignited

Anyway, riches were cunning enough to write it

Cuz corpses dont cost 

for the blood that's lost

Alive rages though possessed ,have no cure

And soul's curse has never been heard before

The graveyard's swamped by life and death

With sculptures swallowing the wreath

It's bizarre and beautiful to see

How sky's blue whilst the earth still bleeds.