The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
Whispers of a Winter War
By: Jeffy Jefferson
The dusty winds and gun powder defogs from the battlefield
only to find a war-
a war that slowly deteriorates the Earth’s radiant core
yet surely…it isn’t a bore
the action of projectiles and firearms emitting booms and bangs
but beware the madness of war
The excitement of blood shed
the silence of the weary and dead
That is the war’s cold curse
death and dispair of the fallen soldiers
fills the soul of a true demon
once your engulfed in the madness
you’ll become compelled and restless
and anxious for a cowardly scream
yet it’s sad that this isn’t a dream
Once war begins, peace is gone
you can’t be saved by the crack of dawn
your humanity fades
your humane nature fades
your memory fades
your instincts take over
your blood craving takes over
your dark and blood filled eyes take over
War will commence like an endless blizzard