My Poetry and the Like

The Cobblestone Path

Blood carved out the cracks of the cobblestone.
Smoke slithered through the stars and sky.
Bang bang resonated off the walls and streets.
Pitter patter went the feet and hooves.
No one knew who they were fighting just knew they were.
Who, what, where, when, why, how didn't matter. only life.
There were no allies, there were no enemies.
Just me and my mind, but when I blinked they all just died.