It is silent.
The bombardment has ceased.
Destruction and decay linger.
Remnants of this inhumane act;
a reminder to the passer-by,
no good comes from evil.
There is nothing.
No life.
Only the slaughtered carcasses
of innocent victims remain.
Lying scattered,
across the blood-soaked ground;
evidence of accepted massacre.
They are the images of war.
Darkness slowly places,
his icy fingers upon the world.
Swallowing up the silhouettes of horror,
with one swift move.
This day has ended.
But the devastation caused,
will be spat out from darkness,
with the light of a new day.
Re-occurring again and again,
until eventually -
When the last heart has beat,
and the final breath, breathed.
There will remain,
no human spirit.
The heart of the world,
will die.
Taking with it,
the sea,
the sun,
the sky,
leaving a cold,
empty shell.
Grey with nothingness,
and numb with sadness.