Deafening.
Eons past.
Faceless
millions
charge.
Fields of
glory.
Fields
of horror.
Fields
of death.
Warriors
of old.
Shields
raised.
Swords
drawn.
Following
orders.
Untold
stories.
Charging
straight
into
hell.
Blood
soaked.
Sweat,
tears
mud
mixed.
What
story
tell?
What for
death?
Fallen
warriors.
Young men
ceasing
to exist,
struck
down.
Progeny’s
denied.
Lineages
severed.
Futures
obliterated.
Destroyed.
Lost in
the mist
of time.
Careening
headlong.
Still
to this
day.
To what
end?
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 13th, 2023 06:10
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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