A silent vigil
staring into chaos
one more day would be a luxury
terror steels your spine
desperation stills your sword hand
fury calms your nerves
pain with a purpose
noble men waste the blood of braver men
The bravest men feed the field with crimson
the war cry of the last man
is filled with regret
they hope every inch of steel
is their last kiss
the cruelest luck
is that they survive
soaked in death
haunted by life
the last stand
is to live
after going through hell
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Hufflecup
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Comments (1)
Oooo, soaked in death, haunted by life. I really loved those lines!