Untold Combats...!

Unchiselled as a child's pointless search;
my solitary remains, you jagged stones;
that my frantic hands lock quietly away;
from the unholy eyes of glinting barrels;

and i see them faces, rain down gently;
to beckon our bruised and fancy palms;
as time pauses to see how life passes;
from hands to hands and eyes to eyes;

their faces, anon as the mirrors discreet;
some obscured, whileas others discrete;
Like the deathknock, like a divine tap;
an appointment at the haywire address; 

since absorbing into hideous faces achromate;
and lying still thus, all across the pavement;
in solidarity, with the noble warm red;
flowing gently away, from the faces to be;

how noble were the lips, when they lied;
to the doting eyes of a restless mother;
how devotional the heart that pretended thus;
to believe in the limber squeeze of a son's palms; 

So Lord does bask, as angels pay tributes;
to heavenly tomb of these martyred hands;