After The Battle Was Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A warrior mourns the loss of the battle and the loss of his king.

Submitted: February 26, 2011

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As I sit contemplating
These Ragnorak like events
That have just unfolded before me
Upon this that highest hill
Amongst our gentle shire
Blood drips from my face
Along with sweat and mud
These three persistent companions to skin in any battle
As the Ravens hurriedly
Tear and devour the strewn corpses
I ask myself as my eyes swell
With cold near ice like tears
Where are you my good noble King?
Are you gone like the leaves of last autumn?
Or have you disappeared like the flowers of last summer?


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