Axe
The fleeting journey,
The fallen army.
They came in ranks,
Some fell like planks.
They went across a bridge,
Some fell over a ridge.
They travelled at night,
Some things were hidden from their sight.
They fought monsters,
Some fled on bolsters.
They pushed beyond the boundary
at the cry of the canary.
It was a mission to be accomplished,
At the fountain, they'll be replenished.
January 4, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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