Warhead Poem by Petra Novakova

Under the watchful eye of the wandering moon
Heavy silence settled upon the world

And in the reflection cast on sickly grey skies
Dark silhouettes slept on the ground

Under the soft light of distant stars they lay still
Blood tainted by the sins of the son

And in the shadows lurked hungry eyes of wolves
Ready to tear into flesh and bone

Under the canopies of brown memories faded away
Bittersweet was the victory of the dead

Angels and demons wept and bowed their heads
After us, there was no coming back