Urm, this was the first real poem I wrote. =] Enjoy
Cries of battle, cries of pain;
Troops wandering through sleet and rain;
People stamping their feet in vain;
One thing’s for sure:
I’ve been there before.
Knights protecting camps at night;
Warriors battle with all their might;
Blood and bodies till the end of your sight;
One thing’s fore sure:
I’ve been there before.
Tainted visions of blood and gore;
Blood thirsty warriors closing in for more;
Very few returning with bodies so sore;
One thing’s for sure:
I’ve been there before.
White ceilings flashing before my eyes;
The sound of moans and cries;
Is it my voice that carries through endless nights?
One thing’s for sure:
I died here before.
