Impending.
As I looked out over the mass of soldiers and gazed into the sky, I cursed the heavens for being so vast. I cursed the sun for being so merry. I cursed the moon as it peered in with the sun. but most of all, I cursed the clouds for being so scarce. The world shouldn't be so serene when war is inevitable.
Why would this earth be so peaceful when all that approaches is discord and chaos? Why would this grass be so rich and green if it is to be stained with bloodshed? Why would these forests be filled with life when only death is to arrive.
As I looked back to my fellow soldiers, my companions, I realized that no being should die for the convenience of another. We all live together on this earth, so we should all care for one another, and care for this world as well. Care for the heavens and the grass, the mountains and the oceans, the birds and the fish, care for everything on this world. Not tear it all down for the satisfaction of one.
But it is too late, the battle is almost upon us and no-one will stand down now. Not with all that is at stake, and if I am to speak now I'm afraid I'll be charged with insubordination and cowardness. So I will stay silent and pray most will make it out alive.
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intruding thoughts of a ghost
PoetryAll the weird things my brain thinks of. it could be a plot of a story, a poem, a quote from someone else, and maybe something extra.
