Rumblings
of War

the final warfire 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.

— LD —

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