Field of Bone

October 10, 2010
Swords clash
As birds screech;
And the fight goes on,
On this once calm beach.

Guns fire
Sirens roar,
As I hopelessly look
For a new door.

Shields clash
Against armour of stone;
All I want is a way
Out of this field of bone.

The clock ticks
My time is up,
And I'm forced to drink
From a bloody cup.

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