I found this poem that i wrote in high school. I enjoyed it, but that may just be because i wrote it.
He fled the field so full of flowers
to fight disdainful fiends and powers
he loaded lead and ****** his head
and saw the soldiers, still as towers
He looked upon, with cyclops' eye
one day his brother, now doomed to die
his brother ne'er returned the stare
nor thought to cry and wonder why
betrayed, begotten, be all forgotten
frail life lives on, for strong men die
honest feedback, guys. I wrote this thing about fifteen years ago. I won't be insulted if you say it sucks.
2007-11-25
20:34:41
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