Remains

Death…
Can you smell him? the smell of old meat
Which was sloughtered long time ago, in a holy war.

Blood…
The last remine from a soul, leads to victory
A red light in a dying man’s eye.

Souls…
Going back up, to the ocean of abandoned and forgotten
Nothing left as memory.

Hope…
Dead between the shadows of darkness
Lost in a black hole between the shadows.

And Myself?…
Only time will tell
And time runs too fast

I was fogotten from this world
Farewell… A lost soul…