Death Doth Cry

The life beneath but skin and bone,
Too soon gone, souls scream home,
Jump rare beauty upon the dash,
Iron clad hooves their rearing clash,
Against the steel of Rome.

War hammers render armor pale,
Mail pierced through with pikes and flail,
To bludgeon flesh of sinewed flanks,
Corrupt in schools of fear filled ranks,
Spirits seep down the dale.

Splashing pools of blooded water,
Drink for kings and royal daughters,
Who watch from walls in castle’s gleam,
Birthing arrogant pride obscene,
Cheers to watch the slaughter.

Men swing blind like animals howl,
Thrusting swords that slice the bowels,
Of dying men beneath their masks,
An emptiness of life to grasp,
To claim life’s unjust foul.