The Battlefield

by Rachel
(North Somerset, England)

I walked slowly out of the
Seeing only death though my
Moonlit eyes.
With my rusty sword
By my side.

My mouth only tasting blood.
My eyes thirsty for war.
I walk up the stone stairs towards
The village centre. And as if
To cheer me on the rain poured

I didn’t notice until my sword
was painted with rain drops.
Nothing was cheerful.

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Jan 31, 2012
hi rachel
by: Anonymous

hi Rachel,
love your poem, it show the pain of nothing but Rachel is it really you? are you upset please tell me whats wrong? and if there is a problem let me know... BFF forever no matter sorry if you find this comment harsh but im worried but I love it and you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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