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They Stood

And they stood once more, Blood dripping, Swords blunt. Both gazed, ever on, Eyes fierce, Burning coals in the dark. All around them,the land red, Blood of enemies, all dead, Men lay, as if in rest. The field ploughed with swords, Sown with souls, Death's scythe harvesting each stalk Cold is the blood, That once ran through the veins Of men,ever bold. Sad is the light, That illuminates, Cruel reminder of better times. One last clash, Sparks flew, And they stood no more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 1/10/2019 3:13:00 PM
Wonderful poem - very intense and surreal. Thanks for sharing! -JWE
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Date: 1/10/2019 4:46:00 AM
wonderfully said- Sad is the light,/That illuminates,/Cruel reminder of better times./// beautiful poem
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Date: 12/26/2018 12:40:00 PM
I was waiting for an uplifting ending, where it was a religious holiday and they put down their swords and walked away, not holding shoulders, but you know, still physically alive. I must say I was not disappointed. Welcome to Poetry Soup. The poet's ending is always the best Rafay!
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Date: 12/22/2018 1:53:00 PM
Ahh such a deep and lovely poem this is, I absolutely love reading it, well since you are new here, so I wish you a very warm welcome here on poetrysoup, I am sure thst you will enjoy your long stay here, good luck and continue to write
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