Ever marched through your darkest battle,
With fists held up high,
But beneath it all,
Being flustered with fright.
When you have to wield your sword,
Which is to be dyed red,
While you keep a straight face,
No matter how much you're scared.
You go and face your enemy,
With your shield and head held up high,
You either win with wits or power,
If only you are bold enough to try.
But don't be afraid,
For this fight is yours,
And after it's all over,
You'll thank for the sadness it cures.
But don't dwell in the past,
Don't drown yourself in pain,
Because you should never forget that,
The sun will shine on you again.
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PoetryThese are a bunch of poems that I wrote and I hope you like them ! Most of them are morbid as hell ( pun intended ) 😈 so if you like poems of those sorts , you will definitely love mine ! -written by my sister
