You sit atop your throne of bones,
Fierce but yet a coward.
You are Ares.
You revel in the bloodshed and carnage.
The blood spilt within the battles in your name,
They are countless.
Mothers, wives, and children weep –
For you've taken those dear to them.
You killed them all one by one.
You laugh now, as you always do.
But one day you will reap what you've sown!
Blood shall fall down upon you like rain!
This will be the day the bloodbath ends.
This will be the day you fade away.
This will be the day your blood shall stain the field.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: Blossoming River
PoesíaAn anthology of a portion of my dark, foolishly loving, or morbid thoughts. But it's not all gloom and doom either. Read at your own risk. Enjoy.
