Blood stained dancers ushered out mourning,
lacerations deeply embedded within
the brittle trunks of fallen warriors.
The radiated god took notice, but only to
suck the hollowed spirits of colossal
Dictators in the devastated kingdom.
Bones crack under immense weight of laggard
roots; Corpses dragging on only yielding
to the fire pouring in like streaming lava
burning lost kisses.
The rain leaving bitter taste of iron as if its
crimson drops paraded on in the city
of death, yet still,for a moment, the
sweet, calm breeze blows in honey
coated flowers, the green children
sway in the golden streaks on a
The price of freedom