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Compassions Battlefield

Poetry By: angellynn

Submission to Jinisha's "The Happy Sailor Contest."

Submitted:Oct 22, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Compassions Battlefield

Can you hear them in the distance

like thunder through stormy skies,

wailing cross the battlefield

such pain and grief

as one by one another dies.

Metal against metal vivid strength

or the lack there of,

Moaning past its deadly mark

without compassion, without love.

Upon the crimson, blood soaked sand

a warrior meets his death,

In battle for this barren land

he fought with his every breath.

This brave warrior gave his life

a soldier of peace amongst great sin,

and just because he breathes no more

doesn't mean he didn't win.

For the warrior whom took his life

felt a great remorse inside,

there are two swords upon the bloody sand

a cross where the mournful cried.



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