Tearless eyes so dry, tears didn't shed.
Throats so dry, every word unsaid.
Screams so silent, blood painted the world,
Blood which was lost, less than the part which hurled.
Aftermath so peaceful, ruin yet it was,
Echoing in the isolation, Ares' applause.
White wings in the sky had no worth,
'Mothers', they cry, 'To death, don't give birth.'