The battle is lostA Poem by Cheavel DeLunaI rest my eyes, lay down my head. The battle is finished, the war is lost. People are missing, was it worth the price?
Sleepless nights, yet time goes by, never a soul does wonder why.
The enimy fell, years after their rule. They never could salvage, the pride they fought for.
And yet years go by, like clouds over skies, And peace been restored, over land, over lord..
And all that had fallen, has yet been made young, yet all the new glories, have grown into old.
The sheep roam the pastures, and birds rule the sky. and after years of waiting, I shall sleep to night. © 2010 Cheavel DeLunaFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on September 28, 2010 Last Updated on September 28, 2010 AuthorCheavel DeLunaPAAboutI'm a human. Mostly. I'm am aspiring starving artist. Everything on here is copyrighted. To me. Unless otherwise stated that is.. Salty? Enjoy! more..Writing
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