The Aftermath Poem by Thomas Ware

People weeping on the streets,
Mourning their so-sad defeat.
Broken rubble everywhere,
Smoke and ashes in the air.

Fires still burn,
And the people still yearn,
For the peacefulness of before.
No structure still stands,
No plots of land,
That aren't scarred by war.

The earth is sere,
And all around lie broken spears.
Monsters roam the streets and howl,
They are so foul,
Beneath their cowls,
Brave men growl in fear.

The remnants of a people stare,
At ashes, ashes, everywhere.
No ones even there.

The battle killed the populace,
For war is just synonymous,
With something that leaves miles of necropolis.