The Mental War.

Hundreds upon the thousands
Of soldiers, warriors
Threw themselves at one another
Bathing in blood and gore

Ripping with violence upon the world
The world they fought upon
The landscape, a crater
Smoldering, burning, perpetually dying

Violence spreads
Breeding more anger, hate, fury and rage
The landscape under constant pressure
Inescapable bombardment

But now;
The soldiers are dead.
The ghosts, grew tired, went home.
The demons moved on.

Ground torn, shredded,
A fleck of green.