Where I walk death follows,
Striking fear into the heart of men
Only those who doubt not life,
Shall survive till the greater end
So, I beg thee, do not fall
Or you’ll risk lost and losing all
Because he, the dark specter
My companion with whom I’m at odds
Awaits to make toast in your favor
And bestow upon you the slumbering nod.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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