The Battlefield

Attempts to tame the flame
were futile.
water sloshing in buckets
only provoked it
shrieking further
growing to immense height
heat scorching

Daggers
sharpened and hurled straight
woven hastily, from words of blame

tension buzzes aloud
over the noise
like static from the tv screen
the cause for hair along your back
To stand
for behind every spoken word
more were
[Unspoken]

Death celebrates its victory
albeit a quiet one
the silence roars
clangs and bangs
hush! dont awaken the living

From their realms of self delusion
opponents successfully defeated
not much harm is done
As the soil bleeds....