The Blood Bath. Poem by Sando Hussam

A battle of war, a fight for blood
the clashing of swords, a gory flood
the screams of the wounded, so loud and shrill
the smell of death, a bitter pill.

The earth is stained by crimson red
the warriors of darkness, by fear are led
their swords and shields, all black as night
their courage and valor, nothing of might.

The sky is dark, no stars above
the clang of metal, a deafening sound
the blood bath begins, and the corpses abound
the warriors of justice, they are nowhere to be found

The battle rages on, no end in sight
the warriors of darkness, they take flight
the victory of justice, at last they win
the blood bath will never end, untill greed is done.