To War Poem by Ashley Jarrett

I feel the beat,
My heart drums on.
My ears filled with silence,
An unheard roar.
The moment intense.
The ground so thirsty,
The air is dense.
My heart beating more and more.
Death has arisen,
With blood and violence and gore.
In scarlet waves,
He paints in lust.
With a drooling leer,
He sacrifices the just.
The wolves go,
Along with the deer.
The ground now rolling,
The anticipation of a meal.
The red tides soon to be flowing,
To be lapped up with zeal.
Swollen and fat and extremely well fed,
Only to hunger soon again.
But a cycle that never ends,
Only a shadow in the rain.