Battlefield

 

Ominous dawn murderous day,

warhorse hooves, defeated flay,

mace and axe, steel to bone,

vacant eyes, face of stone.

 

Nature’s tears, from mothers eyes,

never these loins, a son will rise,

courage worn, in tattered skin,

ashes to ashes, as all begin.

 

Stoic

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