The gun bled crimson
tracers
under moonless skies,
penetrated the ramparts
& those with tattered knapsacks
remained vigilant
as stalwart sentries
fell in ****** tatters
to the ground.
Maniacally,
they laughed
at such insane acts,
buried their own dead,
full of enemy-lead.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
The gun bled crimson
tracers
under moonless skies,
penetrated the ramparts
& those with tattered knapsacks
remained vigilant
as stalwart sentries
fell in ****** tatters
to the ground.
Maniacally,
they laughed
at such insane acts,
buried their own dead,
full of enemy-lead.
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