For the lines that had held up enough to always save or try to reinforce again for coming battles, numbered too many to continue to find any had survived or still stood a fighting chance less subside come to see it leave the living scattered by the piece each left behind amongst the debris as were still left of enough to attempt another try to rebuild once tall and strong had been to stand with heart as held in hand a sword and shield withstand again if intent had been left in not for loss to win by less an interest held for then to want but rather be buried safely held by mother earth under dirt not piles of dead bodies to cover all that hurt and lay to sleep for eternity to dream away a hellscape faced in life it were not rebuilt again to chase glories unrealized but to fall again as always seems to come by count to have so many times, fools shoals so many toil for the foolish in attempts to build back by division again uncertain wars of attrition are without goals or spoils of queens to capture a kings ransom were to treasure keep in fortress, tower, turrets, walls, or lands proclaim did not confuse for any more a conqueror determined undeterred to lose had been a clear cut above in win no other choice to choose, but not for love were there to be but only two to lose.
The first days were wrought in stench left so to bloat a corpse to rot left to time
The flies gathered for weeks to dine.
Waiting like wolves for a feast drawn in by the scent of once fresh spilled blood warmed in the flesh by flight for the failed attempt slowed by bite of poison for no fleeing from a kill ends where it begins as starts to cool and congeal awaiting for teeth sharp enough to steal away to eat by mouth less spoken to invite a tongue of one to join in taste it still to feel welcome as a course were really meant at least for the main to be lead on to come served impart of the awaiting meal a wretched meat had they become yet to feast upon the gracious say grace in thanks were the check to pay meant then to please...