Downshifter

Encased in dying days
Rooster men outside a funeral march
Bullet train only takes one pull
Without a staying hand

Fallen viper whispered
Go and form a nation without borders
Dogs of war that serve no one
And lurk underground

Soldiers that toil
A phantom pain remains
The howling winds remember best

World asunder
Gift of the silver tongues
Dead and sold is the heart of gold
Transcending all belief

Severed our names
An organization of shadows
Defect from their dreams and wishes
For no end or beginning

The fields burning
Ghostly limbs that emerge
Cascading rains spill sleet so black