WAR HORSES

Warhorses below, horizons will form,

Gray billowing ghosts before the great storm,

Lightning flashes silhouettes the red sky,

Piercing tumult goes thundering by,

From all directions chaos will come,

Killing, slaying, the peace until done,

Torrential wills lift swords pointed high,

The weakest wills, on fields will they die,

And cycle back continue they’ll grind,

To finish their winnowing of sleeping mankind,

Then when their killing fields are bloody done,

Scarred agents of death, to horizons will run.

Within a short decade, a year and a day

The next generation will forget their blood way,

Then steel hoofed warhorses will form one time more,

As mankind continues their death and their war.