Section: Poetry & Song
Written by Maloki Frun (Oni_Tora_)
Post-War Sonnet
As I walk through the field of the dead They lay there, so still, as in a peaceful slumber Their blood stains the land crimson red So peaceful is the moonlit night of summer And I pity those that still struggle and still strive To hang onto life even as they bleed it away Just to think of their homes to which they will never arrive For they came onto this field, and in it they will stay This is the atrocity of post-war Lives spent for some un reached goal Which may never be reached, but still worth dying for And dead though the body still lives the soul These soldiers have paid a price they cannot afford And he who lives by the sword dies by the sword
- Maloki Frun
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