Jan 2016
The day of the war was upon us. The air which was burdened by every man's heartbeat upon the approaching enemy, thudding louder and louder. Battle cries threatened to burst through my ears. The battle has begun. Sweat drenched my brows as blade came into contact with another. The muscles in my body intensifying with every possibly fatal blow. The screams of agony soon blurred out as we pushed forward. The ground pounding as the air surrounding us was thick with the all too familiar scent of crimson. Every man's eye was now numb watching brother after brother fall, never to rise again. Yet we push on as even the sun slinks away in retreat. We will go on. No matter how long it takes, we will go on.
This poem can be taken in a variety of different ways. I encourage you all to think of this poem with an open mind. I personally link this to some fencing classes I had taken when I was a lot younger than I am now. I was simply bringing back some old memories into my writings. You don't have to throughly enjoy it or anything like that. I am simply writing cause if an absense of anything else to do. If you liked it though please tell me! I always enjoy hearing opinions from others.
