The drums are rumbling in the distance
Like a celestial army marching to war
They are quiet and stealthy
Their only sound the drums
Until the soft rumble of drums
Becomes a loud stampede
As the army begins the fight.
Then comes the quick and rapid guns
Flashing their power
Sending bolts of light and electric across the sky
This celestial army is now at war
And no one is safe from their might.
The drops of tears pour down from above
As the guns go off and the drummer boys drum
Then comes the silence as the battle is won
And the army leaves with an eerie calm
But they still march to the beat of the fading drum.
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Poetry
RandomSo I wrote some random poems and decided to put them on here, alot of them I wrote after my grandfather died so some of them refer to him. But yeah... here you go. I'm going to say it's completed because basically it's just a bunch of poem's I've wr...
