With that steely glint, in his eye at dawn
Sword in scabbard- always ready for play
Death paused to ponder this day’s end.
Another Battle, but what the prey?
Beneath gray clouds, of smoke and ash,
Twin Towers aflame, in angry wrath
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed.
Totter then Tumble, into mounds of death.
Shock and fear, then angers rise
Mounting sorrow, the World around.
Armies fight and soldiers die,
Faces blackened, soot and grime,
Oil fires burn, on the desert plain
The fallen lay, in foreign climes.
Beneath the night time, crescent glow
You snatch a breath, while feeling sad
One wonders just, what will come next.
In a crazy, spinning World - Gone mad.
Eric Valentine ©