Brothers In Arms

peace

No star nor moon shone
No breeze moaned
Silent lay the sands
In the arid desert land
No light flickered
No footfall could be heard
The eerie phantom walls
Mute to any call
No present not past
No future but dust
Bereft lie the towns
Adorned in crimson gowns
No thought nor care
No tale of dare
Sharpened swords and metal clicks
Man doth make man -the dust lick.

 

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