The lost Brigade

Wrote this on a whim. I hope it makes some sense

A sliver of pain jarring down her spine,

Her vision shattering into a million colors,

The sound of hissing wounds and singed flesh,

A cry of wounded pride.

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Miles and miles of blood soaked earth,

Only a tattered flag is alive,

Dust stirring to cover the dead,

Silence to shroud their shame.

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The sky red with the spilled blood of warriors,

The clouds an ashen gray,

Harrowing emptiness of all that was,

And a raven heralding the sunset

The End

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