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War

Soldiers
With swords and arrows
Marching and shouting
Drum rolls
No heart is shallow
All hands hold a shield

Horses
In unison race
Clothed in metals
From afar neigh
Hooves thumping

Arrows
Snapping of bows
Arrows fired in rows
Aimed at marrows
Millions fall, thousands kneel,
their last bow.

Swords
Lands not plain
Millions slain
Thousands stabbed
Some dragged

Death
Heads roll
Eyes roll
Blood spills
Day becomes night
Night becomes day
The sun becomes a blood moon
Risen is the death toll
What a bitter pill

Aftermath
Bodies lay, lifeless
Vultures hover around
Surveying the area
Getting down to work
Feeding on carcasses

Nobody wins

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