Lost In The Blaze

Green shadows swallow the light of the day,
Boots carve paths through the venomous clay.
Whispers of thunder mask the cries in the mist,
Young hearts pounding, sealed with a fist.

Two roads twist in the feverish glare,
One hand offers water, the other despair.
Lines drawn in sweat 'neath the canopy's weight,
What breaks the brother, seals the fate.

Lost in the blaze where the wild things roar,
Innocence fractures on a blood-soaked floor.
We chase hollow ghosts through the endless night,
Souls unraveling in the devil's fight.

Souls unraveling in the devil's fight.

Finger on the trigger as the shadows descend,
Eyes wide with hunger, where mercy won't bend.
Hands that once cradled now grip the cruel blade,
In the jungle's grip, all debts are repaid.

Lost in the blaze where the wild things conspire,
Brothers divide in the funeral pyre.
We chase hollow ghosts through the venomous night,
Madness ignites in the devil's spite.

Madness ignites in the devil's spite.

Echoes of thunder fade into the haze,
Scars like the vines that choke the maze.
What we buried deep in the earth and the rain,
Rises in silence, binding the chain.

Lost in the blaze where the wild things decay,
Innocence scatters like ash in the fray.
We chased hollow ghosts to the merciless light,
War's bitter lesson: we own the night.

We own the night.

We own the night.

©2025 Hugh Mungus