Bored, wrote this. It's not very good.
Moonlight trees, a summer’s evening.
As blackened trees stand
In glory and peace.
For this ancient land is still feeling
The throes of war, the tides of blood
The cries that shook
To their cores, their spirits reeling.
A cracking twig, a sound
To break the heartfelt silence
That permeates the land,
I once called home.
A footstep behind, quickens
As my heart is racing, and I find
Myself running, through a sea of trees
The steps behind me fall hard and fast
And ragged breath follows.
A flash, a bang
At once the world is alive
With the cleansing touch of fire
That burns from the mouth
Of hell itself
And consumes all
That stand in his way.
The fires burn, forever.
As in my heart, forever
The memories of home,
Of ancient spirits,
Of mother, of father,
Do embrace me in death, forever.