There is some harmony in chaos,
Mayhem in the way the enemies march to their doom,
The sense of morbid familiarity when the drums are struck,
The beats uniting all the warriors, be it friends or foe.
The clanging sound of swords dancing – striking a chord in my heart,
The blood-curdling yells of barbarians following as they strike on us with both arms,
We advance, the little souls crying out with contempt,
As they march forward – anger etched on their youthful fronts…
The little souls were noble and innocent,
Their achievements till now none,
Their ranks commendable when the enemy’s blood flowed,
Their nightmares yet to come.
With the warriors having dwellings to come back,
places where their spoils and victories have no seat on the table,
But out on the battleground emerged the brutish beasts,
As danger danced a dance familiar around their hearts.
The battle raged on and on,
The sun descending unhurriedly,
We marched forward – our souls refusing to bow down to defeat and destruction,
As our arrows and swords put on a bloody exhibition.
The war was always kind – to bless us with quick deaths,
The falling of men being a parallel
To weeds being cut off by a gardener,
With the feeling of woe overpowering the sound of my heart beating,
As the blade plunged into my back was protruding.
I breathe the air – scented with the coppery smell of blood and silver
Gazing at the scene which lay before me,
Men lay in peace, with their eyes closed,
gone to a place with no return
and I smiled and smiled and smiled
Before the curtain of life fell for me.
Categories: Free Verse Poetry