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.


Miles and miles of blood soaked earth,

Only a tattered flag is alive,

Dust stirring to cover the dead,

Silence to shroud their shame.


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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