An unknown hero
Slowly bleeding
His injured life
Away
Stood forlorn
In lashing rain
In a storm
That blows one way.
Is it a dream
Or another place ?
Dying wishes
To alien sky
Forked lightning
Cutting hail
As hours tick
On by.
Blessed
Or cursed
By fire
In this trembling
Moment gaunt
An unknown hero
Slowly bleeding
A battle now fought.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
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- Published: February 21st, 2025 04:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Comments2
The wounds of war after triumph still bleed. A wonderful write of metaphor that bleeds into the readers mind. Well done
very kind, many thanks
A tragic hero and a wonderful verse to tell their tale๐๐ป๐๏ธ
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