| The Battlefield
The hillsides gleamed in armor,
With soldiers standing still,
Waiting for the order,
To overtake the hill.
Primped and primed for battle,
With tension in the air,
Drummers striking proudly,
Their banners in the air.
Conquest was intended,
In order for the day,
Bodies to be mended,
Corpses left to lay.
For reasons seen in glory,
But roots seen deep in greed,
The armies stood at ready,
To start their fateful deed.
The sun was refereeing,
As heat beat on the brow,
The breeze picked up the order,
"Time to get them - Now."
Deep breaths had been taken,
Loved ones left behind,
Victory was their obsession,
All else gone from mind.
Paces shortening distance,
No faces yet in sight,
Marching toward the other,
To show just who is right.
Long-range weapons rain their death,
As the calamity begins,
Unlucky brave souls fallen,
Fresh talent then slips in.
Faces lined in anguish,
Of friends left lying dead,
Earth takes in the liquid,
Turning green fields into red.
Muscles used so proudly,
Skills helping to survive,
When it all is over,
Who will be alive.
With energy not extended,
The fight had lost it's thrill,
Tired heroes are returning,
For they have had their fill.
The hillsides gleamed in armor,
Spent bodies remaining still,
Regretting thoughts of grandeur,
To overtake the hill.
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Composition
Emotion