erictafoya 2309 Share Posted February 18 [!] The remnants of a defeated foe leaving a defeated land “To complain during a time of peace is to still be in peace” - L.M.A.K. ~~* *~~ War So dreaded and filled with plight. One wonders, why would anyone want to continue that fight? It can be justified, arbitrary, wrong, or simply right. What if it’s brutal? The countless lives sinking from a once peaking height. ~~~~ A quiet war? One that sheds no blood but instead brings words and ideals? A war that applies no bandage but allows the scars to openly heal? Would this wound fester in infection or finally fade or seal? Is that even possible? Is it even real? ~~~~ NO! It can’t be. How can it be called a war? No blood has been spilled. No glory or bounty to fight for. Was this really all there was? One would think it would mean more. Alas. . . the histories will write of the weight we bore. ~~~~ Forget us? Will everything we fought for be forgotten? Would the prize of battles truly be allotted? It. . . It all confuses me. It is a dark hole I am lost in. . . Clueless. I should enjoy a fresh life instead of one old and rotten. ~~~~ Legacy. Was this conflict's legacy truly all about sin? Did we take up arms one last time all for those claims to be tossed into a bin? I don’t know. . . Maybe, in the end, it was a war that has never been. The long forgotten. . . His Excellency, LEONID MARCO D’ARKENT KORTREVICH, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Patron of All Art, Master of Art, Archivist of Koravia, Knight of The Order of The Crow, “Orcbani”, “The Poet Marshal”, War Poet. 18 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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