The battle had ended long before,
Their mighty wrath
had shown itself.
For now, the taste
of defeat they bore
Had reached a
place too far to tell.
How hard had they
tried to reach the top,
How far had they
gone to shine.
Dangers came and did
not stop
There was no
holding back this time.
People had warned
them and told them not to go,
But the army was
entangled in its pride.
And now their fate
had regretlessly shown
What it always had
in mind.
Evil spun its
dreadful webs ,
And had no mercy
on their opponents.
With eerie swords
and ghastly steps
They trod towards
the army like rodents.
The army,
iron-hearted, fearless and bold,
Standing tall in
their world of lies.
Had walked the
fields in the night so cold
Only to be caught
up in their own demise.
The night’s mist
had given way to the diabolical game,
Where the old oak
trees had turned dry.
Even the barren
land could not sustain
The horrors it
could not have denied.
In the intense
battle that came across,
Their pride showed
no good.
The army suffered
a tragic loss
And evil laughing,
triumphantly they stood.
Massacre, evil had
left behind,
Perhaps what they
had deserved.
Response of the
twisted mind
Had already been
served.
Evil moved away,
out of sight,
Leaving behind
excruciating pain.
In that terrible
foggy night
Everything was
lost nothing to gain.
Alas! Their bodies
lay in despair,
Taking in their
last few breath.
Dark earth
engulfing them, like graves that care
Now victims to the
slow, steady death.
Broken arrows lay
close to them,
Signifying
something they should have known from the start.
Disloyalty, greed
and useless bragging,
Like broken
arrows, they were torn apart.
For the power is
always overwhelming.
-Mitul Magu, 2010
