The War
He hath dared encamp his army about me
firing the darkened arrows of yesterday
using darts of blood filled with regret
upon horses he charges against my wall
Scars filled with aches and pains begin to toll
yes time hath taken away vigor
and the arrows and darts pierce the wall
but the horses fall
Arms i depended on have grown weary
yet I know this army will win the fight
for time now is on his side
so soon I shalt surrender the wall
The horses though will not gain
even if I live in pain
the body sill decay
but the soul shall survive for a better day
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2011
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