War Has Many Names

I traveled light, sunset fades, Knotted hair, unraveled braids. Tattered clothes, bare foots scrape, Run, just run. No escape.

Thunderous explosion, ashes spread, Blaze of fire, walk of the dead. Shadows cast, no cure found, Death of many, blood-soaked ground.

Formidable forces, winds wrath Earthly tremble, destruction's path Over- run now, Screams rage, Bloody war, evil’s rampage.

And there is nowhere to hide.

© Cynthia Clark