Warrior's Lament

A split-second poem about war. Please give feedback.

Warrior's Lament
Swords are sharp
Shields bright
On we march,
A war to fight

Steel cuts
Biting deep
Bloodshed thick as corpses heap

Wounds too grievous,
Beaten heart,
Victims of this bloody art

Home we limp,
Ranks grown thin,
Until we're called to fight again