Dead Men Don't Dance

We held our dusty hands
Paced steadily towards doom
Ten thousand men
From different ends of reality
charging into another
Breaths heavy as bricks
Hearts dipped in blood
Destiny came to spill
Today. This moment. Nothing Next.

Darkness everywhere
No future to see
But the fading soul of a fellow man
The widow and orphan in his eyes
The gates pf another hell
And the power of god
In the swing of my right arm
His farewell was brief

My tone, thirsting for water
Stuggles to forget the taste of blood
As five-year old innocence approaches
Proudly, swingong a wooden sword
Rejoicing with a tune on her lips
"Dance, Papa. Dance!"
"We crushed our enemies like ants"

No words to say
No muscle clould harken
All I saw was tears filling my eyes
How can she ever understand

Dead men dont dance!

(Originally written 5th June, 2019)