Saber Rattling

noon's blistering heat bakes the silent grisly scene.

 

Bright red lines trickle from severed limbs

some still clinging defiantly to their swords.

 

Hell's breath howls across the death,

rotting flesh's stench stings air,

flies feast upon the gore.

 

Eons arrogant haunts each gruesome array

when male veins surrendered,

beguiled by pride's gonad spell.

 

Whispers swirl in the decay

voices from a thousand ghostly tongues

spice the air in their threatening vanities.

 

They stir from countless languages and endless empires,

all possessing a sword's slashing insanity.

 

Cruelty, hate, the darkest hearts stains madness

ring out their sacrificial legacy's mocking legacy.

 

Heart swimming testosterone's bath

relives each woeful tear

drying it by another fatal rattle, saber's dire slash.

 

Never sensing addiction,

blindly obedient another clashes insane call.

 

Succumbing mindless surges

abiding veins pumping lust to dance bloodletting waltzes,

following another's crimson stained footprints.