The sky bleeds as it celebrates
A glorious day that has ended.
The taint of red and orange,
Painting the pavements that was
Supposed to be in a perfect shade of dark
Stayed still as it was defeated by
The gush of bloodshot rays of light.

It covered the face of the earth
As it envelopes and swallowed the
World itself; it's mundane.

The land is soiled with blood;
The blood of servitude and dismay—
A sublime face of reality.

The tokens of war, decided based
On what is true or whatever is
Right.. Or what is left
Behind as the smell of
Sweat and dust lingers in the air.

In pursuit..
To devour anything on the
Way before it gets beaten by
His own destruction.