A Sence of Red

November 29, 2017
Gazing in the field
A battle was set.
Blood of brothers
Spilled with no mercy.

The cries
The wounded
All blaring in ones ear

A senses of despair
Rippling throughout

The final branch has fallen
To encircle a ghost field.

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