His wounded leg caused him great stress yet nevertheless
the soldier advanced wielding his sword merciless -
cutting down the enemy like a farmer in harvest season.

He left a trail of severed hands, limbs 'n heads
and numerous agonizing, butchered bodies for dead .

With surgical precision, his blade slided
through muscle 'n organs and shattered bones -
blood, guts and vomit covered the cobblestones.

As he looked back, victory he roared
his face was painted with his victims' gore.

The stench of death filled the air --
soon decaying flesh full of maggots
will be impossible to bear.

War is a smelly bloody mess --
hopefully we will never have
to deal with its ugliness.