The Battle

December 26, 2013

O’ Brother, The fighting fields run cold with fear, Chilling winds carry e’ry man’s lonely tear. Watching the cold Tension draw a line, Between armies with heavy heart and heavy mind. The galloping generals grace the expansive front, While men think of home, dream of the love they want. Soul-crushing despair plagued forsaken fields, Men’s grip shaking weapons were forced […]