Despair

The sky bled that day...
A shadow, as of Death, fell with all its sickening calm..
shattered blades.. bloody ones.. half buried in corpses..
Torn banners.. others intact..
The stench... it rose above all.. as if hovering.. in pursuit of his nostrils.. only his..
... no one else's..
whether he stood or crouched.. it found him..
we had pushed them back..
back into those pits of oblivion from whence they came..
yet they left a trace...
"to the victor goes the spoils".. a fine saying..
yet... who is the acclaimed victor?
I... I.... Nay I...
we stood united till the very end...
and WE were victorious...
we were left with the stench... the spoils...
the DECAY..
they had corrupted our minds..
they dug deep into our souls....
and that is were they left their mark...
RUIN...
CHAOS...
the day WE were victorious "I" came into being...
and as he stood.. gazing down upon a battlefield..
weapon drawn.. proud.. yet not..
the spoils of war had broken the ties of arms....
doubt was creeping.. slowly, ready to pounce...
The means.. hidden fears..
May it be swift... whatever it is fate had in store...
may darkness bare the clarity,
that which is no more abundant in light...

and then..

Deafening Silence... Voicing DESPAIR!



Written By : Ahmed Khamees.
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