Colder Than Stone

With the death of we

I remained in place

a soul stuck in this awful place.

The war spread out

and before you were in your grave

the men who slayed you

sat in your place.

My eyes watch as they

revel in their day

but I will slay them someway.

Years pass by, as death surrounds me

from armies we are in constant siege.

They finally break through the city walls

twenty years after your fall.

With them comes death to those

who took our lives

and now they feel

the cold stone too.

The ones who are now in our spot

well, they will feel the stone someday too.

With each death it feels

the stone grows more cold

the blood sinks further

shading the grey a morbid color.

How will the world be

when we end these ways?

Hopefully there will be peace;

but we shall see.

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