The war held within the storm:


Pierce the sun and block out the moon
Clap like thunder till clock strike noon
Dance with the lightning as it strikes
The heads of warriors held up on pikes
Nothing can stop the upcoming war
Look to the sky and watch the rain pour
Blood drips from the fatal knife
Only to end this horrific strife
Potter patter upon my face
Dropping off in lovely grace
The war wages on through the storm
Back and forth till the victor takes form
A lot of innocent people were killed today
What excuse will they make for this day?
The storm clouds clear and all is lost
They won the war, but at what cost?
They avoided the lightning and thunder and rain
All the while, still thousands remain slain
The Earth has been tainted by such innocent blood
The blood seeps in and mixes with the mud
Can this day really be called a "victory" for such?
None can say, for their leader refuses to tell them much
March back home to the families in wait
From them, they receive insults and hate
Now all that they have gained
Was all lost as it had rained