Horizon Laments

The blood of the sun
Puddle in the sky
A choir of birds chanted unto dusk
Bringing the cloak of night to veil
What was left on the earth beneath.

In the valley
Steeds of destiny danced
Jubilantly across the soaked fields.
Once mighty men fell,
Making this their infinite grave
On the soil they did not call home.

Raptured souls with bodies strewn
Murdered marionettes, their wires cut
Loose and limp they lie
In numbers too great to count.

Only the horizon laments
A requiem unheard
For no one was left to listen
Except for the choir of birds.