For that curs'd night royal ranks were filled;
Flouncing in armour, then millions killed.
For king, country and infernal knives,
They gave up safety, their roofs, young wives.
Cold plight - star light my songs pursue;
Death's cold breath, sucks my life.
Moon bright - Full sight, a waiting cue,
Mother of love and strife.
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Remember them - a poem for remembrance day
PoetryHow would a wife, a son, a daughter, a lover or even a friend feel when their one special person has passed to the life to come? Pretending that I do because I wrote this poem is really easy. but no. I don't, and the poem is open to interpretation.
