The Unforgiving Battlefield

She was like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
but many millennia before
playing a flute instead of a pipe
a song that made you fall to the floor
For once you've heard her song
it is far too late to hide
for it may seem you are in paradise
but truth be told, you have already died

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So this is a poem I wrote when i was slightly younger and i got a good grade on it. I really like it but...i haven't written a poem since then. I wanna see if people like this and then maybe it might compel me to write more poems. I don't know.