Blood And Roses. Poem by S.anas Hussain (altair)

'In the aftermath there will be no blood.
I fear the quite death will take me in a hud.
Lying on the ground above the ashes that left.
With the hated love they hate us, more they shut.   
Seeing the home seethe to the breathing fire.
After all those true confession they named us liar.
Death quarrel  to mitigate the highborn.
And the fire rose to pennicals to burn all the corns.
I saw all the cities seethe till comes the dawn.        
All those little creature painted crimson pawns.
They rushed callously to make their hands red.
While they ambushed on us, leaving all dead.                
As they gush out, then the leftovers crouch.
While others cringe to beseech and prayed to lord.
Of the torrent torture, and children slew.
Of the burning tufts, quite birds all flew.
Of the crypt horrifying the ground by its silince.
All the disaster which caused souls brazenly balance.
Of the untrue dreams tripping my mind.
Of the sun hiding in the shadows, if moon shined.