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The sound of death approaching near Call to the battlefield was clear To uphold, honor, and obey No turning back, he chose to stay For loved ones and those that were dear Swallowing his pride, wiping tears No pain did he feel and no fear A soulful song, for him, they play The sound of death approaching near From above, an angel sings cheer Saint Michael himself doth appear Victory rings true, how brave were they There is no night, no more the day Their cry is all that he can hear The sound of death approaching near © 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
The Battlefield (Rondeau)
The sound of death approaching near Call to the battlefield was clear To uphold, honor, and obey No turning back, he chose to stay For loved ones and those that were dear Swallowing his pride, wiping tears No pain did he feel and no fear A soulful song, for him, they play The sound of death approaching near From above, an angel sings cheer Saint Michael himself doth appear Victory rings true, how brave were they There is no night, no more the day Their cry is all that he can hear The sound of death approaching near © 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
feel free to comment - my attempt at a rondeau A Poem About War
#war#battle
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
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