Taste of Battle
The night is heavy, a gloomy spirit lurks in the stinky mist
Death rides along the soldiers, all ready to pay the ultimate price for the cause
A sky of fire it is
Smoke is the canopy that hides all, only a few stars peek their light as inspiring hope
Bullets fly
Many men begin to die
Worse, a trail they follow leading life no where but into the ground
Guns at their side, one by one they become part of history
Until its all black
Then a light shines in the distance
A face takes form, a house behind the smile
A peaceful quiet scenery
Children run across the field
A huge oak tree gives form to the landscape
No time to blink
So many scenes flashing off and on
A crushing heart grows weak
His voice box limps he can no longer speak
All begins to slow
No more time to cry
Reality is holding on tight
No more life blood taste in the air
All fades from color to white
Black begins to overwhelm
One last flash
A life before his eyes
He tasted the battle
He's dead
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