War Cry
The dawn is cold,
The moon has set,
Silence bold
For the path ahead.
A conch is blown,
The echo of war!
To crush all stone!
To break all tsar!
Blood is what now
Paints the town red.
Even water from brow,
Falls not without dread.
A journey in time,
In future regards
Of might, such chime
Doesn't reward.
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A/n: pls suggest better titles, I suck at choosing titles! :)
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A Father's Story
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