What is War?

Orchids melt into ashen and burnt soil
Scars nestle between freckles and lips
One, recalls the stench of boiled scarlet
Another, drenched in a crown

Stricken, bloodied, fallen in combat
Screams are muted in the rain
He saw nothing: no friend, no foe
Merely the lies of law and the fault of men

Dream in dreams of nightmares and horror
Recalling the whispers of friends
Drops and drops of flares and terror
As rumour ebbs and flows through streams

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