The bloodied dreams of the fallen
Paid for in full and to date
Left to rest but never forgotten
The sun has set, breathe and contemplate
The darkness stands proudly embossed
Enthroned in the memory's core
The mark of all that was lost
The darkest time, we count the cost of war
The brightest shade is saved till last
Protected from the mayhem
A reminder not to tarry in the past
For in the morning, we will remember them
YOU ARE READING
Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian
PoesíaThe "journey to middle age" part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 24-28. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
