I wish upon the everlasting star,
and dream of peace across this damaged land,
where travelers hearts are not forever scarred.
So please will you come close and take my hand? Noble people come to entwine our fates,
and hearts cry out so they can join our fight.
Too soon we are denied the open gates,
And dreams we once behold cannot take flight.
But soldiers brave and wise lift up our hopes,
and we rally forward to make our dreams.
Our minds become the last kaleidoscope,
and we march as one to the waiting fiends.
The battle field will stand to mark our last,
and after we will fade into the past.
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My Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
