Blooded Black and Broken White

Enslaved by their orders, the war raged,
Men roared and marched, earth shaken to its core,
General stood, strategizing, watching, reminiscing,
A hero of war, he was, bestowed with experience,
Cavaliers massacring the infantry,
The far-fetched dream was broken,
Long before the dusk hugged the mother earth,
The general was surrounded by cadavers,
For the battle was over, experience paid its diligence,
Many of his own knights were wounded, while many laid neglected,
As the dusk brewed darker,
The bystander ravens approached,
Scanning with their eyes,
Scavenging with their heists,
The general stood still, watching, reminiscing,
His life played like a piano before his eyes,
As how he once stood where the ravens lay,
As how these ravenous cockroaches strayed,
He looked one of them in the eye,
His voice cracked, his hands trembled,
The void came and went in waves,
Wrapping and then pushing him away,
Cockroaches pleaded for life, continuing to best their treasure,
General played his part the best, being a soldier to the end,
Like a piano, he played his piece,
Blooded black and broken white,
Swelling storm echoed in the void,
Failing freedom wrapped the General.