Forgotten
From whence he came I knew him not,
He came from where time had been forgot,
The Eleysian fields where the heroic stay ,
And life is sweet on every day,
Of battles fought and life blood gone,
And slaughter of the awful nongs,
death with sickle came along
Though they died they were not today,
Forgotten.
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name Dream a lil dream..
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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