A Call To Arms
By Laura
May 5, 2016
In the distant breathing of their battle cry drums
Hate gave way to beats of former sons
The bitter taste left by slowly fading dreams
There lies a better place in these war torn seams
The distant clicks of 100,000 guns
Who knew that my life had really just begun?
This battlefield of demons in the november sun
Their Glistening armor and a deed now left undone
The evergreen grass blows gently in the wind
Fingers firmly gripping on weapons of sin
Knowing that it's too late to lay these arms to rest
Finding patience in the wait; I put my hand on my chest
My heart is pounding to the beat of the
drum
The battle cry sounds as the morning sun comes
With the light breaking over the snow capped peaks
Stampeding of masses and the chaos they seek
I didnt know I could be as strong as this
To fight the war and save time for a kiss
As the blood is spilled and the cries die down
I drift into a peace only warriors have found
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2016
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