This poem I entered into a reflections program at school.. Made district with honors, but no state..
The General of War
I often wonder why,
Death's touch feels so cold,
I wish to fight, but am averse to try.
Can I refuse death? Am I so bold?
Yes, I can! I'm the General of war!
I'll lead the charge against Death's door.
Now sorrow fills the thoughts of my men.
No matter! It's to war I shall send,
Them one by one and ten by ten,
Marching triumphantly to the end.
Even now, they charge to uncertain fates,
Their destiny bringing them where Death awaits.
In glory, Death takes them without a cry
Although, he shall never conquer their spirits,
I shall often, wonder, why.
By:
Robert - TwistedFlamerr