The Final Stand

The picture of death
Looms with painted blood
It claws deeper than before
Stinging with prudent torment as it
Prowls above
Worn shoulders and ruptured hearts prevailed
Long before they muster the will
To fight again
Rusty knives slit the sake of sleep
For lives can not be spared when foes
Echo shamefully in the deep
The final blow is yet to come
Tattered sleets of metal imprison the ravaged mind
Splintered shields can no longer protect the
Faithful young
When taunts continue to roar in the midst of the night
The merciful end withered away years ago
Tired honor embers with remnants of memories enfold
But it has come back again with flames of red, like a torch it symbols the war must soon have to begin
As the spears shine with forgetful blood
It clashes across that unforgiving line with streaks of dire bolts of rust
Disgrace fury the hate tonight
Carnage shambles with dices of spite
Chaos infuse the destruction of life
One by one they fall to the ground
With heaves of accolades to their might
The sun unknowing had risen to a bloody sky today
Disgrace with light, it shines of unworthy praise
The final act of men and life
Here it stands unforgotten with honored height to their name