City Of Vermilion

What war is like.

  

The sun is drooping low 

Heavens glow deep red 

Stretching shadows of those left dead 

They've gone but the damage is done  

The streets are stained with sticky blood 

Shining a dull grey 

Everyone is silent 

Holding our breath 

There's no more to say 

Seeing the cold look in those eyes 

And fire ravages my heart 

Hearing the shrill screams of 

Those who've lost all dreams

I look up and 

The sky is streaked with hope 

The future lingers 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Michael Perez]

This was great! :3 The only thing that I would change is just to put a comma between the words breath and no. Only to add more emphasis. Great write!