War Epilogue -unedited-

the houses are burning,
ashes on the wind,
tears imbedded on earth,
names in voices and cardboards.

dragons have died on the east,
with their roars that echo,
and their pillars that explode,
but so is this field, halt to exist.

blood tinted the paths,
and fields left unempty,
scattered bones and flesh,
dripping blood and burning lumbers.

Who are those who wish for death?
But still are alive.
Who are those who longed for peace?
But now are delivered to rest.