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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