The warning bell is heard
Stillness is all around
Through the silence, bells tolls on
Not a soul answers their call
The battle, unheard of
The handholds are at risk
They are here to help
No one answers the call
Blood frames the walls
Bodies are everywhere
The slaughter is evident
Only souls abide in this town now
The snow starting setting in
Burring the bodies in a blanket of white snow
The candles are all gone out
The attack has ended
The aftermath is the grief at the relieving army
Who never made it in time.
Women, children and the elderly never had a chance
They held out as long as they could
The relief army said three days and never came
Seven days they held out and could not hold any more
They had their last stand any that was able stood and fought
Until there was not more breath in any soul that abides within the walls
Four days after the battle the relief army comes
To no avail no one is left
Shame and guilt is washed upon them
All the blood is on their hands now
By Georgina Bradshaw
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The warning bell is heard
Stillness is all around
Written January 2nd, 2004
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The warning bell is heard Stillness is all around Through the silence, bells tolls on Not a soul answers their call The battle, unheard of The handholds are at risk They are here to help No one answers the call Blood frames the walls Bodies are everywhere The slaughter is evident Only souls abide in this town now The snow starting setting in Burring the bodies in a blanket of white snow The candles are all gone out The attack has ended The aftermath is the grief at the relieving army
Who never made it in time. Women, children and the elderly never had a chance They held out as long as they could The relief army said three days and never came Seven days they held out and could not hold any more They had their last stand any that was able stood and fought Until there was not more breath in any soul that abides within the walls Four days after the battle the relief army comes To no avail no one is left Shame and guilt is washed upon them All the blood is on their hands now By Georgina Bradshaw this was a great write and I appreciate your sharing it with us. I hope to see more from you in the future. Never stop writing and keep up the good work.. As long as you keep dreaming then your imaginationa dntalent shall never subside. I really liked the way that you worded things. It really speaks to the reader. -
brutal for that army... nice kinda really rubbed it in..
keep it up
-Tate
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