Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

12 Sept 2010

Battle

Swirling battle of colours saviour
Twirling thud of the march
Swaying faith of human nature
Swathing, bathing in the light
Drawing warmth from the cold
Ancient war to behold
Group united in our pain
Let it not be in vain
Join atlas as we walk from the past.
piece for all of merciful spirit.

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