Obsidian Soldiers

Tall black figures

Dark arms reach for the red hazy sky

A shadow of once magnificence

A roaring lion

Tears through their ranks

Many lay fallen

But some still stand

A memorial of a once better time

Ashen tears rain from the sky

now

A world of black and gray

Sorrow and depression

The end

Obsidian arms laden with snow

White powder dusting their black coats

Silence overwhelming all

Mist weaving through making a soft gray blanket

Protecting them from the biting wind

Still they stand

Guardians of the new memories and the old

But the end leads to a new beginning

A new life

Lime green shoots peep from the ash

as small innocent children

Mushrooms tip their caps to one another

Making homes on the black coats of the fallen soldiers

Life slips in through the cracks

That destruction left behind

And still

With old obsidian soldiers standing guard