Blood In The Snow Poem by Thomas Ware

Flame-hot blood on ice-cold snow,
Vultures caw and ravens crow.
Broken swords among the slaughter,
Hot blood and cold snow make steam and water.
People slosh and trudge through snow,
While scything swords wielded by foes,
Cut men low with fatal blows,
While vultures caw and ravens crow.

Flame-hot blood on ice-cold rocks,
Time slows down and the clock tick-tocks.
Broken swords among the slaughter,
Hot blood and cold rocks make steam and water.
Men swing blades to cleave their skulls,
The enemy fights, and is brutally culled,
We fall down hard, and the cold rocks lull...

Flame-hot blood on ice-cold bodies,
The ravaged flesh savagely embodies,
The broken swords among the slaughter,
Where hot blood and cold corpses make steam and water.

Flame-hot blood on ice-cold ice,
Brave men die with a sliding slice,
They asked for war; they must pay the price