The Rain of War

(poems go here)Pain and fear washed over the night Tears rained down and blood seeped into the ground Bruises and scars flooded their hearts and weakened hope The violence erupted into a pool of never-ending pain Red rain enveloped the dead, washing them out of sight Curtains of darkness dripped over them without a sound The living struggled to cope Avoiding the grip of death, bound to them by the coldness of a metal chain Bullets pierced through the fight No survivors could be found Body parts lay askew and the smell of decay trickled down the slope One side emerged victorious, while the other rests in red rain