Freedom caged within the burnt soul

housed in a temple lost

scars read a tale of sorrow

crimson marks speaking of a childhood sold

riddled with disease of pain

stained with that which lost

the fight long gone, the war has ended

the battlefield lay churned amidst the blood

these warriors eyes vacant of hope

their lives lost before they were born

memories hover over the fields waiting to be banished

this fog that rolls on serpent tongues

to taste the tears left to rust

scurry flee to late to trust