The Battle-torn Soul

Cloven shields littered the ground,
With the light rain striking the cheek,
Blood dripping from the gauntlets of the newly-crowned,

The air silent – still,
Enemy crawling in despair,
The struggle is won – no need to kill,

Looking behind – things are done,
Nothing in the way – enemies? None.
Standing on the knoll,
The battle-torn soul,


Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain

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LionAroundWriting

Evocative with few words. Nice!

Patrick Rain

Thanks as always. =]

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