Retold

Retold
The tilted sun shines, it dissipates
the smothering clouds I appreciate
smells of treaded moss that rose
lying in wait and repose

Sanguine blossoms clinquantly bright
What a waste, to ruin this sight
Boom! It's time to move
Molten Fury shows his truth
raining land with deathly spit
I rushed to shelter, my two-metre pit

Those crimson blossoms mutilated
which Mother heartilly created
slumping in the gloom and the dark
fiery rivers streaking down rotted barks
idly it's been an hour
the situation from sweet to sour

Distasteful fingers prance the soil
They befriended me, Fear and Turmoil
crackle , blast! Its time to run
the battlefield in the setting sun
sprint and leap, my eye in hand
desperate for flames and sand

Shaky palms grasp the eye
and took sight of the reaper's scythe
tears run for those that passed
sizzle sizzle, I swore and cussed
bearing wounds I ran ahead
escape the malice, or I'll be dead!

see the scars on my gob?
the warring trophies from my job
the slurred tale ends here
putting behing what I hold dear
This story although glorious and bold
the distant past, a true story retold