Tired soldiers come near to the camp
Swinging their swords and flashing their lamps
Fragments of clay saving the day
The truth of the might shall not be brought to light
A warrior's cry, Impending demise
Morale was low, marching was slow
Carefully planned, the perfect attack
Grinding to sand, those who fought back
Many have fled, and many have failed
Try and try, but to no avail
Secrets are kept, weapons are hidden
Never look back, lessons? Good riddance
Cursed are those who stand in my way
Who don't have blue eyes, or go astray
Wolf's lair it's called, the secret base
Of the one who tried, to kill and entire race
Conquer and kill, battle and drill
I don't see a point anymore
A courier's skill, a battalion's hill
We can't hold them back much more
A warrior's grave, a dead man's slave
Oh the things that they gave
Peace be with you, for those times have gone
They will not stay, go on and on
(A/N)
This was written a year or two ago, when i first started writing poetry, so it is not quite as good as the rest, but i hope you enjoy it all the same!
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Poetry (The beginning)
PoezjaHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
