War:A poem

The sun looked away,
as if trying to cover its tear-filled eyes
The earth screamed in agony,
foiled with the blood of revenant soldiers
The sea drowned in the absence
of man's unfound conscience
The sky vast in glory,
turned red with the blood of mother nature's valleys
Time moving ever slowly
Like a crawling baby
Waterfalls dried up like the tongue of a dying soldier
laying at the battle field,reaching out for the blinding light as he takes in hard air,one last time.
Death falls back just for a moment,
taking time to laugh at man's impeccable zeal for destruction
returning only to make sure no one escapes what they deserve.
"Madness" he yells out
"This is it,the very end"