Preface
Dark shadows breached the sky, as lighting stroked the forgotten ground of hate. Clouds of disgrace beamed proudly above the cruel plague. Horror shaped the eyes whom watch the frightful, grim battleground. The week fallen, departed into a merciful world of peace and forgiveness. Roses of the deceased sneaked into the cracks of the hardened sand. Scowls of bitter hate burst into the atmosphere. The falling of the sky collapsed into the bridge of hope. Men, shot down as they desperately seek forgiveness. White flags raised to the bright sun, waving in weary. Bombs once more exploded into the camp of innocents. Women and children, screaming and crying for there survival. Faith was lost. Deadly smoke and flame conquered the small village. Corps of the defeated shifted into dust, drifting into the sunset. The once white flag thrived with a new color of dark red, torn and brutally violated with such ease. No lives were spared, the battle was over. The surviving men came home to a village of death. There once safe, comforting home now streamed a deadly reminder of whom they lost. Men fell to there knees tears in their eyes hovering over there loved ones. As the deadly fog returned, not one soldier fleed for safety. The bombs never stopped, and neither did their tears. The haunted forsaken village, burned in flames. All survivors were killed alongside there family’s corps. Cheering, laughing and praising filled the leftover air. But never did they once step into the village. Bombs disappeared. Gunfire slowed down into the background of the unexpected as the victorious fatal army marched away, yet to terrorize another petrified camp.
