This Day was Lost
A rumble and deafening noise took the day, the beautiful peaceful day that is so scarce. War raged all around, screams, guns, explosions, and fire. This day was lost.
Death was all around, the blood and thoughtless eyes of those bodies that covered the ground. The lone soldier trying to hold off the never ending hoard; this day was lost.
The sky turned red with the fire from above. This time it was the enemies turn to flee. In its act to protect the city the buildings collapsed in its wake. Suddenly the embers from above burned out to gray leaving the colorless enemy to begin again. This day was lost.
Then the hue turned to a gory red that seemed to stain the very air. The hazy ruins fell into the abyss below. The low rumbling continued to shake the minds of those still standing; this day was lost.
Those minds began to break as the trip underground began. This time a different kind of scream struck the air and rang throughout the caverns like a horrible tune played by a lost song. This day was lost.
The ting of the metal on rock and the thumb of the rock falling to the ground; this song was the only company and the instrument was the best friend. This day was lost.
The days were always dark and the nights were even darker. The subtle crack of whose mind was gone and the monstrous whip beneath it all; this day was lost.
No feeling left, no human thought to keep the insane ones away. No friendly song but comfortable stab to help ease the pain away. This day was lost, this life is lost.