With their souls and bloods, they would be gone,
But they were waiting for the rising sun,
The Sun could rise in the furthest east,
And in the cold eyes, of those beasts,
But the clouds obscured the sky
And in their mind, there was still night.
So they were busy healing the scars,
While the time was just counting stars.
In front of the cruel world, they were frightened,
Though in the dark, their faces enlightened.
And they were fighting, their heads held high,
On the eroded ground, and the deadly mights,
And they were falling, but they denied,
To die underneath the burning skies -
Death was certain, but it could wait,
As they were the ruler of their own fate;
But who could bring the phantom to life?
Nobody did. Though they survived.
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The Army of Aeneas
PoetryMaybe this is a poem about Greek Mythology. But to me, its a metaphor. The army of Aeneas lost the trojan war, along with the other trojan warriors, but they fought with great courage. The same thing applies to life. We fight back. We survive.
