war

Grey the day is and black the night will be,
Shades of despair tinge the world now,
Laughter dried up and there's no harmony,
They wait just for the end now.

Memory shows colors of bright oranges and red,
A shadow of hope flickers within the breast,
The living wonder and now pity the dead,
For their mind is filled with glory and fest.

Memory betrays them to the core,
It is cruel and twisted and treacherous,
For what they remember will wait for them never more,
For they themselves grow murderous.

Grey is their countenance and fey is their mind,
As they bring daggers to each others hearts,
For the lack of colors brought things to a bind,
For the pain needed to be spread, to be torn apart.