Crimson haze lingered in the depression of land; verdant green turned sickening black with the disturbance of heavy boots. No one had any moxie left, nor did the metal cages entrusted in protecting them.
Battle, swords clashing, artillery roaring, reduced to clenched fists and blood and sweat and desperation. Here we die and history won’t even remember. It’s just a piece of war but our wives and children will mourn. There will be a sea of grey stones and some won’t even have names. There will be fiddles rotting in their cases, never played again. There will be a half-carved robin that we never taught our son how to finish. There will be a bride that waits for footsteps that never come. There will be a mother who swallows her tears because everyone tells her you were so brave and she will never know how scared you were.
The battle started off as a friendly match, but then their friends started to cheer them on, and the punches became more brutal. Finally, he stepped away, his nose blooded with his best friend lying at his feet. He restrained himself from kicking him, and held out his hand to lift him up.
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The tension was thick, you could cut into it like a knife. Rage was written across the faces of the warriors who stood so close to one another that they could feel each other’s breath
Crimson haze lingered in the depression of land; verdant green turned sickening black with the disturbance of heavy boots. No one had any moxie left, nor did the metal cages entrusted in protecting them.
Battle, swords clashing, artillery roaring, reduced to clenched fists and blood and sweat and desperation. Here we die and history won’t even remember. It’s just a piece of war but our wives and children will mourn. There will be a sea of grey stones and some won’t even have names. There will be fiddles rotting in their cases, never played again. There will be a half-carved robin that we never taught our son how to finish. There will be a bride that waits for footsteps that never come. There will be a mother who swallows her tears because everyone tells her you were so brave and she will never know how scared you were.
The battle started off as a friendly match, but then their friends started to cheer them on, and the punches became more brutal. Finally, he stepped away, his nose blooded with his best friend lying at his feet. He restrained himself from kicking him, and held out his hand to lift him up.
The tension was thick, you could cut into it like a knife. Rage was written across the faces of the warriors who stood so close to one another that they could feel each other’s breath
The battle raged…