A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
Battlefield In a once quiet and peaceful evening Camouflaged men came marching Across the woods, under the moonlight Towards a furious, incessant fight. Scattered gleam of red laser lights Oust a shine of silver moonlight. Instead of hearing the crickets' singing Were those machine guns roaring. Soldiers struggled behind the strife Crawled bravely to save a life. Bruised, maimed, wounded, exhausted On piteous faces, blood ceaselessly shed. Verdant plains and green fields before Clotted red were filled on the floor. Innocent, brave, heroic blood spilled Overflowed in that battlefield. |