Forgotten Realms of The Mind

~ III ~

III



Singing to a heathen god



the warriors of



a forgotten realm



clash at the gates



until the last breath of life issues forth



...as I sit



the carnage continues



outside the walls



lightning



sparks the night sky



the storm approaches



echoing through the hills



the sounds arrive



the sounds of the seals breaking



' and I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name



that sat upon him was Death, hell hath followed him...'



           Revelation 6:8



stuck in past ideology



everything fought for



is in vain



cries of agony



cries of the dying



fill the sunrise.



how to justify



this senseless



war