Waste Lands…

Exiled to the waste lands
she of child fought her battle ground
Who sold her –
will you look her in the eye.
Refined blades grey steal cleave
the breast – apart
In restless flight, ready for to fight her
foe, stand up, be counted, before you
bid her go
Bitter whips the Kingdoms mountains
dried and brittle, flesh bone hidden.
Dispute wages war – blood obscures
the killing fields
Ride the tail winds – dance in ugly self,
night shall burn – your severed heads
Dusk floats rivers, whitewashed
land of hope – the fallen are
but speechless dead, as
desolation soldiers on – aching body
wandering mind
washed purged upon the barren shore
You sold your angels  life…