fire has razed the forest,
the grievances lie in ashes
choruses of snapping flames
were everywhere.chatter and footsteps,
hushed in a wink,
as all and I
were warned by the stars.the spirit of war, born of ambition,
cares not about banners
but for the sound of dull steel
scraping across raw bone.the drums are dead
and the bleating is stilled
and I can see only the tears
lifted away by the wind.