A Poem...

Wrote this awhile ago...decided to put it up on here. Will write more about my day later.

Planal War

This warrior screams his agony
Across the barren land
He finds no comfort in the sky
Its blackened shade brings the cry

The sole survivor of planal war
His role is now to die
He finds no comfort in the ground
Its bloodied surface brings him down

His family burned away
His friends skeletons on the ground
His world with corpses all around
His plane with nothing left but sound

This sound is not the dying cries of men
Or the sound of distant explosions
But the sweeping sound of a desolate wind
Across the astral way

With nothing left to feel
This man does draw his blade
He reflects upon his life of war
And takes his last breath this day

- Jake Mickelson