Clouds roll, in the dark western sky
Grey and ready to burst at the seems
Lights streak across a black depressed sky
As booms of angry thunder follow after
A word warning to those below
Rains descends from the sorrowful sky above
As warrior stand on a field of death
While they fight for a cause long ago forgotten
Ready to die for what they believe is right
Their crimson blood spilling onto the moistened earth
The rains begin to fall harder and faster
Drenching the night in its chilling coat
The foreboding light of day
Fades to the bleak darkness of the night
The battle grows more intense
The ringing of steel against steel
Sword against shield
Grows ever louder and more hectic and frenzied
The screams of the wounded and dying
Begin to fill the dense air
with their echoing pleas of mercy
Sending chills though the world
Shaking it to the core
The conflict has reached its peak
And the screams begin to subside and fade
The battle slows to a crawl
And the last few warriors strike their blows
The sounds of combat falter until all is still
And the rhythms of war
Cease to a forgotten whisper
The battle is over and done, and all are perished
Lost to the centuries that have long but past out the memory
The sun once again shines its light upon the bountifull earth
Filling it with the warmth and hope of a new day
The clouds roll away to the east
And reveal the remains of a long lost field of war
Where in its place a field of crimson red roses
now stand where the blood of war once lay thick
Shields and swords and bone
Lay scattered across the countryside
Decaying into dust as they fly upon the four winds
Lost to time and forever forgotten