Fallen leader

The gun shot sileneced the world,
as it echoed through every mountain and desert,
on lookers paused to see their leader fall,
their dying leader,
as he fell to the ground.

his breathing shallowed,
his eyes started to fade,
blood poured from his open wound,
he looked up at his soldiers.

His silent words were never spoken,
but his eyes said it all,
full of fear and confusion,
he slowly rose his fist in the air,
a signal of victory.

The soldiers slowly turned,
their eneimies confused and dazed,
the battle field was silent,
no one dared to fight or speak.

The leaders closest friend,
slowly faced his opponent
rose his fist high in the air,
and yelled a cry,
'for the fallen'.

The battle kept raging,
with no clear winner,
sweat poured from every face and sword,
the battle never stopped,
as all the soldiers fell,
and their wings slowly grew.

they stopped their fighting,
and looked around,
they were no longer soilders,
they were no longer men,
they were angels of war.

~These men had a bomb dropped on them, no one knows what sise it was from, some say it was Gods will, but then why would god make a bomb or a war for that matter~