Battlefield
littered with souls
some for, some opposed
the devil
the saint.
In the background
moans of kingdom has come
drowning out the fife and drum
that led to here
after protests and smooth tongues
fell one by one.
Muzzles were packed
bayonets drawn
evil and good collided
on the battlefield
’til nothing was left
come daybreak in a barren field
except one.
