Poems/Short Stories by Gory

War

I traipsed around the land,

the land I once knew as home, 

This wasn't home anymore, 

The body lied on snow, 

The snow wasn't white but red.

So many children where fatherless, 

The wives were hubandless,

The infacts didn't have anyone to look up to,

The kids could only look down.

They fought for the king's amusement,

He was laugh and cry tears of joy when a man die,

He was sick,

and he knew he so.

I looked my hands, 

and thought about the mess I made, 

'I'm the king, these people look up to me', 

'But yet I find a way to make these people hate me', 

'I can't live with myself, I need to end this war',

The King took the pills of which he once used keep him alive,

And ended himself with no mercy,

The days past as spirt still trasiped around as a ghost,

Things aren't going to go back to the way they were, 

I'm so sorry.  

-Gory