Emptiness captures the land where men fought
Their enemies now serve its purpose for burial,
Engulfed a ghost army in the bedding material,
Where the ground he stumbled in trenches distraught
Now breathes smoke ashen upon land’s stray savage.
Playground rapture breathes who wander at night moans,
From concert stones and sunken skin turned bones.
Bare dangled limb decaying of fungus devastate ravages,
Its ghost armies on Skeleton ride the eve of defeat,
Left their swords and crest in open caskets,
Where rifles lay sealed as limb arm’s gasket,
Death seals the fire in the eye’s deceit.
On the innocence sunken now in coffins aspired,
In brilliance, leader confusion once in battle admired
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I love ghosts and the like, and your descriptions are great. Thanks for this excellent entry!
