Light was frozen,
Dead.
The sun had forgotten how to smile.
Sunlight was no longer warm.
It was frozen.
It was dead.
So were the eyes of those who starred upon
The earth covered with an elaborate carpet of
Bleeding corpses,
Rotting as time skipped over them.
Rivers bleed crimson,
Tears turn red,
As winds unknown to the human eye,
Chant the ruins of human song.
This is a time of terror,
This is a time,
When chaos turned black.
Hand in hand,
Gun with gun,
Shoot down the enemy,
Conquer for your country,
They bribed us with the concept of elusive bravery.
“all’s fair in love and war,” whispered the wailing faces.
Light was frozen,
Dead.
The sun forgot how to shine,
The clouds forgot how to cry.
“this is peace,” declared the priests of terror.
Soldiers fall like flowers,
Dirtied and bloodied-
Pink and red.
Their faces all the same,
Their eyes frozen,
Pleading for an escape.
The same haunting smile,
Their skin, pale and white-
Snow-like.
“this is life,” declared the priests of terror.
Films of daylight and midnight,
Sail across the oceans of time,
As the bells of the past summers,
Echo in worn whispers.
Light was frozen,
Dead.
A ghost
Surrendering its pride to its dark victor,
As the soul deserts the body,
Torn to shreds,
Shattered like the glass pieces
Scattered across the floor.
kairos 