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Aftermath

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The whispering wind
Carried the scent of death.

Souls lost to their kin,
The cold breeze
Steals their last breath

And silence sweeps the trees.

There was no sounding of a victory horn,
In the moonlit sea of blood and steel

And no one is around to mourn
These wounds, that will never heal.

The end was delivered, by a flock of birds,
Arrival of crows, and their gathering around the dead

And these men, their last words
Shall forever remain unsaid.

The bitter earth will embrace those who shall stand no more.

Sun rising

Skies waking

Tears falling

Hearts breaking

This was the last, the very last war.
I actually think this is one of the worst pieces of poetry I've ever written, but it's from a recent dream so it's going up all the same
Notice the weird rhyming

Mental note: Writing random stuff at 5am is bad - I'm probably going to delete this when I wake up tomorrow.

Edit: Or move it to scraps.
Edit 2: You know, I like it more than I did 2 years ago.

As for now...

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Crissiej's avatar
*glomp* you always remind me to my limited vocabulary :(

Anyhow, it's good ^-^ *pokes you* =3 has you gotten my bday card already btw? o_O

xx