The Fog of War
The Fog of War
Our foes wait in their well-defended lair,
Imagining that they’ll stay safe and warm.
Our siege cannons thunder; smoke mists the air.
While thinking of barricades each must storm,
All my soldiers ready their arms to bear.
Bugles sound: Battalions! Companies! Form!
Once over the walls, we’ll know what’s in store.
It’s hard to see through misty fogs of war.
Mark Halliday/Warrior Poet
Through the mist contest
19 August 2014
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
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