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They Thought They Were

A bloodied sword
  found on the battlefield
Corpses strewn about 
  in the dark and dirt
The fallen lie on consecrated ground 
  Their eyes blank, their limbs cut
  Stragglers walk on this field
Their memories of peace 
  dying with each step 
So the wicked winds of mortality 
have come to claim their own 
They thought they were.......
But reality came forward 
Snuffing out that candle

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Caroline Cécile Delacroix

February 12, 2012 at 5:15 PM

How sad, but realistic as the depressed spirit that follows a battle. When will we learn, that peace is never gained by swords, unless it is the one of truth based on true love. Well written, Matthew! Thanks for sharing. Love, Caroline.

Harry Horsman

February 10, 2012 at 6:37 AM

Excellent poem, Harry

Sara Kendrick

February 9, 2012 at 5:00 PM

Sad..The battlefield in real life must be a terrible place to be..I feel for all soldiers of all ages that have gone and given..The battlefield of the mind is a terrible place but it happens everyday also..Enjoyed reading your gifted work..Thanks for the kind review of my work..Sara

Andrea Dietrich

February 7, 2012 at 10:16 PM

Yes, it reminds me of something from Game of Thrones or one of the fantasy novels you like so much. All throughout time we mortals come and go, leaving our sad little marks. I enjoy this kind of a poem. Very interesting how you did the title. I only wrote a little bit in high school and put all my creative juices on the back burner until 2000. The new millenium when i burst out with hundreds and hundreds of poems. I look back now and can hardly believe the past decade!!