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Flesh of the Fallen
Wrought with rot of wounds that time forgot
Faces of the dead and living, all were distraught
He galloped through time, continents, and many places
From battle to battle, race to race, he left bloody traces
His steed was a red colored horse
Sword in hand he utilized brute force
It is said he is one of four
His name....The Horseman of War
Faces of the dead and living, all were distraught
He galloped through time, continents, and many places
From battle to battle, race to race, he left bloody traces
His steed was a red colored horse
Sword in hand he utilized brute force
It is said he is one of four
His name....The Horseman of War
Published 29th Nov 2022
Author's Note
With everything going on in the world today, I thought this would be a fitting poem.
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- Edited 29th May 2023 7:45am
17th Jan 2023 1:58pm
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18th Jan 2023 2:13am
I'm glad you liked it, I love a good bit of history. Reading it and writing it, a great way to preserve literature.
