Scorched Earth

Play to win.
Winner takes all.

Tear down what was built,
brick by cumbersome brick.
To the victor go the spoils,
so leave it spoiled.

Withhold.
Deny.
If I can’t have it, neither can you.
Sow the fields with salt;
take grim pleasure in morbid harvest.

Today we’ll light this spark,
and rampage through the night.
The ensuing conflagration
will leave a legacy of ash,
and the land will be barren
forevermore.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.