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He looms, surveying the battlefield; Watching, waiting; preparing Searching for any man ready to yield, On this battlefield; ****** and daring. He walks, advancing the battlefield; Drifting, gliding; anticipating Approaching the man whose fate is sealed, On this battlefield; hostile and devastating. He seizes, possessing the battlefield; Grasping, smirking; succeeding Completing his mission, his work concealed, On this battlefield; futile and misleading. I am the man whose fate was sealed, I am the one who was forced to yield; Forced to yield my soul, to that looming shadow, On that battlefield of tragedy and sorrow . . . . . . where death was the only victor.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
The messenger of shadows
He looms, surveying the battlefield; Watching, waiting; preparing Searching for any man ready to yield, On this battlefield; ****** and daring. He walks, advancing the battlefield; Drifting, gliding; anticipating Approaching the man whose fate is sealed, On this battlefield; hostile and devastating. He seizes, possessing the battlefield; Grasping, smirking; succeeding Completing his mission, his work concealed, On this battlefield; futile and misleading. I am the man whose fate was sealed, I am the one who was forced to yield; Forced to yield my soul, to that looming shadow, On that battlefield of tragedy and sorrow . . . . . . where death was the only victor.
Decided to write from the perspective of a soldier in war. No matter the strength of both sides, the only true victor in war is death himself.
#war#death
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
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