The unfortunate(their last kiss)

A room full of distorted faces;
their heaven ran dry,
but they remained soaked
as the morning called for a fresh head.
They would fill their guts
as best as they could.
The luckless recieve a kiss goodbye:
A thoughtless kiss;
a farewell routine;
the last kiss.

They trudge heavy-handed
through an unwelcoming scene,
but welcomers wait with a grin.
Fate has prepared, schemed and tricked.

Their swords weigh tons;
a shield is the body's anchor;
the helmet traps the body's vapours,
but moral is raised by words from high.
The shepherd sold the withering sheep;
the withering sheep pay a greater price.
Obliviously.

To the lava skies,
they thrust their words.
Sealing promises
with stamps of demise.

Already battered from fates path,
they draw the air and drive their feet.
Formations waver as the archers rain;
scattered patterns shape the end.

Clarity sinks its teeth in the fallen;
who were lucky enough to remember,
their last kiss.