The Pyre

Raise and take the silver wares the feast has just begun,

The suit clad heavy plastics faces began grinding their steel teeth,

The hall filled with cluttering voices of the scavengers,

Biting and tearing the delicacy churned by the sweaty trodden...

Sun flaming and striking it's whip on the skeleton clad bodies,

The barren land pulling down the strides of weakened souls,

Up above the scavengers was flying around in circles...

The giant metal wheels was slowly moving in,

Crushing and clearing everything that came on its path,

The trail of red and green was left behind...

The pile of dead bodies was lying on the stage,

The pyre set for final show down...

Clad  in white suit the leader was standing high on the podium,

Raising his hand to the sky he lit the flame,

Slowly he lit the pyre as the members cheered him aloud,

As the sun began to hide behind the grey clouds...

- For the Unspoken Souls