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A poem about a statue that was placed in a field. Long ago was a battle that devastated many, in remembrance the two kingdoms placed a statue there to remind them of what greed and hate can do to people. This poem is rather short, and I'm not really sure you could call it a poem, I wrote what I thought best. This is my first time posting any of my writing.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Fantasy - Words: 138 - Published: 11-14-12 - id: 3074356
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In the vanishing light, giving way to darkness, there a last standing soul.
For he of mourn,
Completely torn,
Ere a day,
Stands a way,
For the last standing soul, remembrance of time. Sorrow felt, were many a soul.
Many a call, many a sword and shield, on the battle field. For of that day, many a year ago, two had faced.
Each of temper,
Each of smite,
Compelled to fight.
Ere a day,
Stands a way,
Before the horn,
Were be it blown,
A thunder of a thousand feet, clang of armor, sword and shield.
Many a sorrow, in remembrance,
Of ere the day,
Stands a way,
In battle that tore, through the field, on ere a day, they placed a remembrance. Filled with sorrow,
For he of mourn,
Completely torn,
Was the statue of battles past.
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