The butterfly,
floating in the field.
The mist hoveirng in a silent dance,
blood rains down.
The soldiers,
dead.
All faith lost,
as the children cry in the corpses.
The one eye,
forever lost in the dark.
And the mind, that was one.
Disconnects,
forever lost.
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Austeys Poems.
PoetryThis is my poem book, Full of poems I create in my spair time. You may find that many of my poems have a dull, dark beat to them. Enjoy my poems~
