May Flame

To all far and near,
This is a story you should fear.
The rise of the anti-christs,
Under the watch of an empty sky.

How could we have ever known,
That so soon, we would all mourn?
Over everything that has long gone,
On our lives, we could've sworn.

There were places we needed to be,
A number of faces we wanted to see.
Promises waiting to be fulfilled,
Only prayers mattered in the battlefield.

How heavy must have been the hate,
That it left no soul unscathed?
How vicious did the human heart get,
That the whole world has gone mad?

Now, as I close my eyes to sleep,
The flames of May burn my skin still,
Could be a sign telling the cut is deep,
And shall end after I go back to sleep.

Sticks and stones didn't break my bones
Nor did words cut me as much,
But what broke my heart and home,
Is more than the work of man alone.