A flash broke before my eyes.
All hell unleashed across the skies.
My sight blurred by blinding light.
My cries unheard in deafening fright.
Get to the ground before our fate is sealed.
There’s no escaping this battlefield.
The skies were torn, earth ripped in two.
The hole we cowered in I feared would someday mark my tomb.
But then the earth came to rest and we emerged as from the grave
Into the bloodshed up above; bodies of the bold and brave.
No silence for the fallen.
They are upon us.
“HIT THE DIRT!”
Bloodwake; a crimson rose of death.
Deaf screams; my brother turned his step.
Heart torn; the bullet pierced his chest.
Took down; his knee was forced mid-step.
He looked me in the eye, stretched out his hand, and let out a cry.
My heavy footsteps overtook the blood clad space between
“Brother, Brother!”, my yells drowned in a wave of sound.
With glazen eyes he met my gaze as he was driven to the ground.
“Take my hand look in my eyes, don’t let this life end and pass you by.”
Choking on bile, his breath began to slow.
No skill of hand, no will of man could cease his fate, this was his end.
My tears flowed blackened from the ash, “please brother stay, please do not pass!”
He looked me firmly in the eye, “I go in peace, now let me die.”
A single ray of golden light I swear did pass in the midst of fight.
And as he breathed his dying breathe in painful words he uttered last,
“The end soon comes for one and all.”
Now brother sleep, the angels call.