In sabre's stroke the portrait forms
Survivors breathe their ragged breaths
As country hills become wartorn
Guns and cannons strike dirt and stone
Crewmen usher in Sir Death
As soldiers scarred and scared lie prone
The silken threads of fate undone
Leave victory's fray across the crest
I do not know how long I slept
But either way, my battle's won.
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
