Book of Poetry & Intresting/Favorite Quotes

Night of War

This is the would you grew up in

is it not

being part of what I now see

though my window

hearing the swords clash

hearing the swish of chain mail

my house is filled with moans

I was jealous of your skills

with the mock battles we fought

now I see why you yelled at me

 when I praised you

you hate your polished skill

I look out my window and flinch

seeing the blood spill

rushing into the lake turning it

to the red sea

hearing the screams

that rang out like a raging storm

I hide under my quilt crying

the only sound less thing

only until deep into the night

do I fall asleep

dreaming a dream

of a quiet bloodless night