A Storm, a Big Battle.
a storm is like a big battle
armor clashing
as armies come crashing
together with a thunderous roar.
horses are whining
young men are dying
then
silence.
nothing but the trickle of rain.
women crying.
tears flowing freely
mingling with blood
expressing great pain.
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