![]() A SOLDIERS DREAMA Poem by Crusaderscross
The calm feeling of hate
Trembling passion of man Pools of dripping blood War is the nature of the beast The sound of death is everywhere, marching closer and closer searching for the weak It remains anonymous, until the days first sunlight Physical memories disappear in a cloud of noise Confusion comes with no explanation Everything that is beautiful awaits its faith A sky filled with piercing lights A paralyzing feeling of hope is born Unaware of the hunt, the time to strike has come Loud thundering metallic voices deafen life Everything goes black Nothing remains, except a small picture showing nothing but a single growing poppy © 2010 CrusaderscrossReviews
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