Poem -
BATTLE FIELDS IN GRACE
The still crunch of frosted leaf
lay carpeted in holy triumph
across the field
trees mighty in tombstone gather
crowd around
a stabbed silence
Echos voiced in past
cling as lovers to there first task
frail weak sky
flow as the vein towards
coffins rotting sigh
Dogs lose
rolling on bloody pictures
licking demonic ageless spires
Found seated on a stain
a child pointed at eaten blame
no corner
no resting angels wing
A FIELD OF FROSTED LEAFS
Corpse left to bring
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Amazing write Terry. I believe you are one of the most talented writers I have come across on Cosmofunnel.Β
you flatter me-thanx-hope your well xx