Miracles Aren't Real

What have I seen?

all of its been true,

But oh, how I wish it wasn't ,

what is it really though?

What really lies beneath the surface

the surface of reality

maybe....

what truely is,

is a sight

to be seen......

All the deaths and the battles

All the parades and the creatures that are marred by my imagination

like a whip of silk, thrashing about in the stench-filled winds of

the rotting corpses on the battlefield

As they lie ever so still, smiling

Through grey, festering lips

Blood finally running black!

with faces so ashen they shine

like ivory in the moonlight

They wear their blackened, bloody coats

awaiting, the final marriage of death to their souls

Yet to arrive