Blood splurged out,
The houses set on fire.
The sounds of blade as it passes through the flesh of the innocent
Children, women, and men alike.
Good men, bad men,
all set their courses to afterlife
Cries enough to chill the very bone marrows
while the dark men in robes torched down the village,
on their hideous horses that trampled the skulls of many
They all wore masks
And not one knew where they came from
But they did come, and they did destroy
It must be the work of the devil himself,
And his minions.
There was no salvation
There was no God
Only desperation and wailings from the children being skinned alive
There were no morals, no pity, and no love
Neither was there any hatred.
It was no more than an action.
When the cries were dwindled down to nothing,
The men in dark robes simply walked out the gates
Laughing, bringing with them no loot