This is a poem I wrote about the civil war. Specifically about the fall of Petersburg, Virginia.
Resting but not sleeping, waiting in the trees,
taking cover in the vast green seas.
Stalking an evil some of them have matched,
their noble cause now with malice attached.
On the other side, hoping for an end,
hoping their victory to be just around the bend.
yet unknowingly to now face a fate they've never met,
cursed to never again witness sunset.
The sun rose, and with it death and gore,
leaving in there eyes horror not seen before.
Their brothers, dear friends, littered across the ground,
here cries for mercy did abound.
An end, at last, however horrible it was,
leaving scars like nothing else does.
carriers of malice masked with good intent,
cheered for their lives, as a call of victory was sent.
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Walking in the dark
PoetryA cocktail of some of my dark poems, going to update it every couple days to a week.
