Wrote this for a class in creative writing. The soldiers of the Ishbalan war and the choices they made. Make of it what you will.
Choices
They say we haven't got a choice
It's them or us
Live or burn
Scream
Or hear them screaming
One song for another
Hell must sound something like this
A crooked path
Sand shifts
A red sun sinks
Blanket of blue
Soon turns to black
Can't see the road beneath my feet
Sand is red
Like the sky
Rising blood in the morning
Pale moon, dead moon
Shadows play over
Face of white
Not much of a choice
Emotions strung on it
Like beads on a string
Not much of a choice
Them or us
Broken eyes, broken smiles
String is broken
Stones fall
Swallowed by sand
Them or us
Broken, we stand
Shattered hearts make bloody days
There's a choice
Always a choice
Sand and wind
They come and
Go
Hide the dead
Bury the lies
Doing the right thing
How can we
When we've forgotten
How to mourn?
Decisions never seemed
So complicated
Dead and buried
The night holds so much
Secrets and whispers
Sound louder than screams
Choices, choices
There is always a choice
Night breaks
Dawn rises
Red sun, red sky
So cold
Them or us
Who dies today?
Wind comes, shadows fade
Dead nights
bare their bones
Sand stained red
Turns to black
The dead
never stay buried
Choices
Them or us
Once it was simple
Once it was easy
Once there was a choice
There is always a choice
They scream, cry
Just like us
Blood is crimson, scarlet
Spills and stains
Just the same
Choices
Blood runs thick
We made our choice, didn't we?
Us, not them
Don't remember saying
Anything like that
But
We
Made them scream, die
Us, not them
So simple to say it
Live with the choices we make
Easier said than
Done
Blood is thick
Never fades completely
Scarlet sinks
Fades to black
Bloody bones never lie
We don't have a choice
You've always got a choice
Time passes, shadows fade
We made ours