The Aftermath of Battle

The Aftermath of Battle

The spirits rise in a torrent of rage,
a chaos so frenzied that a war is waged.
Rising on high, out of turbulant storms,
churning waves leaving naught but a heart
broken and malformed.

Angels weep in sorrowful song,
mourning for the heart that was
ravaged for so long.
While demons scour high, a sky of dust,
leaving the heart ashen,
no more than a crust.

And then the remnants of the heart
who once stood in glory at the start,
beats no more the drums of the living
but leaves, in part, the gift of the giving.

Mourners weep and cry their tears,
shedding away their morbid fears,
to fall and nourish the graveside earth,
and watch new life spring in the dawn of rebirth.

And in the aftermath of battle,
when tears are shed and
men stand like cattle,
the spirit rises on angel's wings,
reaching for the holy home
of Earth's Queens and Kings.



Author's Notes: Life is a struggle that we all face, and eventually cave to, be it through illness, accident or treachery. Life is a battle with influences coming from all directions, and they swirl and dance around us, leaving us in chaos and confusion. And then we are slowly torn apart, by the ravages of age and time itself. But the beauties discovered on the journey to getting home, no matter how turbulent the journey, make it all worth while.