War

In the crucible of strife, where echoes roar,

A haunting tale unfolds, of battles sore.

War's bitter embrace, a tempest's might,

Where shadows dance in the endless night.

Drums of conflict, relentless beat,

On fields where warriors and destinies meet.

Armored legions in the morning sun,

A symphony of chaos, battles begun.

Smoke and thunder, a symphony dread,

Tales of courage, and those fallen, unsaid.

Flags unfurl in the winds of disdain,

A crimson tide on the battleground's plain.

Warriors clad in armor, both fierce and frail,

Their stories etched on the grim battlefield.

A tragic ballet of swords and spears,

As hopes are shattered, drowned in fears.

Yet, amid the carnage, a prayer for peace,

For wars to cease, and conflicts to cease.

In the aftermath, a somber bough,

An ode to those who rest there now.

So let us yearn for a world reformed,

Where swords to plowshares are transformed.

In the verses of peace, let humanity soar,

And echo the lessons of the tales of war.