The Distraction of the Game

Decisiveness, wild and raw. Crimson soaked above the Cotter’s craw.

Internal dissention over which he lay. Little to no rest for their wicked ways.

Substance of survival prayed the throng. However, its lasted far too long.

Torturous manners, unforgiving to the crow. It’s hallowed echoes calling so.

Ravenous actions of both, at fault. For war is never started from a single thought.

Aggressive actions, a call to arms. But this is a battle that is far from won.

Caution warned the crow. Unheeded by the foolish foe. Unwavering in their crimson games.

To this very moment, it all remained. Unwavering, undeserving flesh that they claimed.

Insoluble cries from the distant remain. Their delirium remains, thinking they have won this day.

Only one victor shall remain, however such a lament to their ways.

Never ending accountability to the predator’s game.