A Plea For Mercy
The soldier fought inspired, with all his might
He thrust his trusty sword into the foe
As Victory moved clearly into sight --
Just then he fell to unexpected blow
He lay there stunned and hemorrhaging to death
A plea for mercy clinging to his breath
How could cruel Fate take Victory away
~ His foe to live and fight another day
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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