War

War is a canvas, dastardly painted with crimson and black

The air is polluted with smoke

Ash falling like snow

The deafening sounds of thunder

Feels like a heart attack

Slavery

The taste of salt and copper

The feel of constant pain and sorrow

Bound by chains of freedom

Draped with imperious hatred

Know slavery, know hell

Perspective of a Soldier

Shattered ice covers my tracks

Crimson dances in my eyes

Embers in my heart keep me going

To fuel this never ending fight

Gun powder is the only scent I know