Crown Of Victory

There he stood defeated 

Surveying the battlefield 

That had once echoed with 

Triumphant trumpets of victory 

And the pitiful mourning of the

Defeated, now lies covered

With the thick blanket of silence.

All the meaningless violence, the bloodshed, the massacre of men

Hitherto unknown.

The ghosts of men whose lives were 

Snuffed off untimely 

Stood before him seeking answers 

Their lifeless eyes haunting him

Day and night 

The crown of victory that

He so yearned for 

Now sat upon his head like

A crown of thorns