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They Thought They Were

A bloodied sword found on the battlefield Corpses strewn about in the dark and dirt The fallen lie on consecrated ground Their eyes blank, their limbs cut Stragglers walk on this field Their memories of peace dying with each step So the wicked winds of mortality have come to claim their own They thought they were....... But reality came forward Snuffing out that candle

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Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 2/12/2012 5:15:00 PM

How sad, but realistic as the depressed spirit that follows a battle. When will we learn, that peace is never gained by swords, unless it is the one of truth based on true love. Well written, Matthew! Thanks for sharing. Love, Caroline.

Harry Horsman

Date: 2/10/2012 6:37:00 AM

Excellent poem, Harry

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/9/2012 5:00:00 PM

Sad..The battlefield in real life must be a terrible place to be..I feel for all soldiers of all ages that have gone and given..The battlefield of the mind is a terrible place but it happens everyday also..Enjoyed reading your gifted work..Thanks for the kind review of my work..Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/7/2012 10:16:00 PM

Yes, it reminds me of something from Game of Thrones or one of the fantasy novels you like so much. All throughout time we mortals come and go, leaving our sad little marks. I enjoy this kind of a poem. Very interesting how you did the title. I only wrote a little bit in high school and put all my creative juices on the back burner until 2000. The new millenium when i burst out with hundreds and hundreds of poems. I look back now and can hardly believe the past decade!!

Lebedyenko Berborodov

Date: 2/6/2012 2:03:00 PM

I personally believe that you are a terrific artist.