A Historic Event

Bullets grace this darkened night sky of mine Lights flash above the stone encrusted walls Tragedy strikes as my commander dines Without remorse as his blood servants fall The rain weeps in pity for all dead souls The outcome seems dark, a desolate end Crossing the hairs for fellow armored ghouls A flicker of hope explodes as they fend The parting clouds permit a weightless sign Reversal of fears encompass the sky As our commander rises to feet Hoisting a victorious flag up high Cheers erupt through enemy defeat A promising sight of a needed win Surpasses the cries of murderous sins During battles of defending strongholds of medieval castles 9/22/20 Tim Varner (Finlee) A Historic Event Poetry Contest William Kekaula