Colorless Combatants

Another one i wrote a while back but am not completely satisfied with.  I feel i didn't convey what i wanted well enough but i attempted.

A field of Sapphire

Stretched beyond mortal vision

The Somme dwarfed

Only Armageddon akin.

The sharp purity of the place

A blue so wild and savage

Polished gemstones compare not

Human Touch cannot damage.

The loss of light

Robs the gems of vigorous soul

Darkness engulfs the field

Sapphires turn to Coal

But fear not!

The shadowy void is brief

Light sheds the sinister cloak

The coal causes no more grief

This perfect place

Is Fouled by the stench of War

Brought without reason

Forever thirsting for more.

The armies have no leaders

No captain, no general

Every warrior free

Each to their own call.

The gladiators battle

Using ethereal blades

Cutting and slashing ravenously

Until each flees or fades.

These combatants are brothers

All decked in white

Related by nature

But fiercely they fight

Some warriors will lose themselves

Become locked up inside

Their armor will turn a murky black

The need for another to confide

The black ones will fight

But without soul or courage

Emotion must be freed

Or fear perpetual rage

The fields are engaged

Full of colorless combatants

Brothers and strangers

A legend of Decadence