~ 1918 ~

Dulce et decorum est

The world lies in ashes,
Blood spilt in vain,
wretched souls
massacred in the mud.

The crumbling ruins
charred by the purging fires.
A hand outstretched
towards the sun,
the last shell drops.

A lonesome poppy
is all that remains in
the bitter wasteland
of forsakened dreams.

Pro patria mori.

A/N: Inspired by Wilfred's Owen's "Dulce et decorum est".