The Bloody Soil

The Bloody Soil

ancient keeper of the gallows
a haven stretched grand over years
shield a brawling bloodline
limb to limb and hand to hand
these kinsman make a heroic stand
honor scars this line of guards
brother's in Arms

boys will always follow men
stepping in the footsteps of the bold
repeated in tales by the dead and the old
long past the fork in the road
not silver, not gold
a boys only riches are the promise of home
death's rattle leads the march
one step closer to war
one step tramples fear
with the bravery found from the heart of a warrior
angels ready their tear

with a desperate overreach
soldier's come undone ripping at the leaves
nothing is bloodier than a man fighting for life
clawing at the tree's
a worthy enemy allows no retreat
desperate to be free
arrows roar striking with wind
this sound brings silence to their screams

praying for grace on their knees
for these boys now broken toys
fallen underneath a wooden throne
the bloody soil is free
regardless of the headstone
they will find no peace
stacked with butchered hearts and bodies of braided bone
the lifeless soldier is tossed with the dead
to lay in the perfect tomb
red dirt blankets the seed to a verdant bloom