Last Offensive

beaten, but not defeated
longing for some peace
exchanged glances confirm
the question in their eyes

some tense sense of
restfulness reaches troubled
minds, an forgotten force erupts
from the ultimate depth of their
souls

surrounded by detructive
testamonies of a morbid idealism,
late in the sfternoon the sun seeks
refuge in its own setting

silence encircles them like
a heavy cloak a deep sigh
tells it all

                 II

behind the grit of devistation
time slices through each's own
man made hell

fear calls upon their last shred of
courage, a last offensive reaches
out for them

suddenly rage seeks its confrontation
muffled cries ring out calling on ones
dear, even a 'maker'

in a 'dance macabre' steel encounters steel
forging an ending never to be revealed
slowly fading into a battle born mist

a feeling of contentment settles in
somewhere a last fiant sigh is heard
place an time meet again, it has no
winners

(c) JR.  4-5-2014