Claiming Them Back

And they all left me,
Blown away by the wrath of a summer breeze,
My finest and dearest of people;
Their tears dripping down my cheeks,
Their smile shining on my lips.

Remember their hopes of salvation,
Their thoughts of a consecration,
Their dreams of redemption,
Their wishes for a blessing!

The winter chill cools down my open wounds

bleeding their blood;

a most brilliant and majestic red,

As my lonesome footprints on the snow testify for this butchery;
Of how unthankful gods slaughter their loyal and faithful believers,
Blinded at their deceptive treachery.

The battle drums still rumble their sincere hopes and dreams in my head;
Withered at the hands of their gods.
The horns still echo their last farewell
And the disappointment at their last breath projecting in their eyes;
The desperation of having given their all

To a void and vain nothing.