the night is cold
the air is crisp
the stench
of rotting bodies
lingers;
the day has come
women and children crying
for the loss of their men
the king burnt
with the hate of his loss
a tradgedy true;
the noon
more lively than dusk
bodies being caried
to a pile
were they were burnt;
the night grim
the lonely
just began to linger
and the town
cried the war
it was here
it had come
and now its gone....
A contest entry
- Remember Our Fallen Heroes. by coffeeangel316.
850 points, ended May 18, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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it is sad yet true. great job.
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thankss..later..Sarah
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