Monday, July 8, 2013

Battle Cries

Fire in the sky
Way up high
Brighter than a double rainbow
Lies upon lies
A good way to die
Darker than a new moon
Fly like a dragon
Towards the battle cry
Blood has never looked so red
My oh my
Sighed the small fry
Tears have never flowed so violently
Shy from the battle
You will most likely die
Pry my weapon from my cold dead hands

I'm not sure what kind of poem this should be. Most likely free form of some sort. At first, I thought it was going to be about nonsense, but then turned into a battle I was seeing with my two eyes. Game of Thrones helped inspired this.

I hope you enjoy!

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