Footprints Of The Damned Poem by Siverian Bjorvenstiegel

Footprints are upon the beach
A pair of them I see
Friendly conversations pass
Between them happily
And one is a few steps ahead
The other, just behind
One leads forward down the path
To which the others blind
The sand slowly begins to change
Turning slightly red
And still the footprints march along
Leaving things unsaid
The sandy beach becomes a swamp
Of blood which has been shed
And bodies pile as a wall
Along the paths that's led
And as the bodies slowly pile
So do gems and jewels
And as the footprints slowly dawdle
Down a lane or two
Off the path into the alleys
Picking what they want
The feet sink slowly deeper
Into the senseless rot
For now the leader's being led
By chains it chose to forge
And still the bodies lying dead
As ravens choose to gorge
Upon the fallen plunder
Upon the fallen feast
Upon the fallen honor
The man becomes the beast.