Love that your heart can't find
Brittle heart and an eggshell mind
The enemy can be heard
Beat the war drums as they come insite
Send your legions to the front gate
All goes silent before the great fight
The battle is about to start
The drums sound and fireballs fly
Destruction and chaos is at hand
Sound the call to arms
Sound the front lines to charge
Hear the clash of steel
The screams of pain and death
They charge again in full batle cry
The moral is what would you risk
to protect your family and friends
for a loved one would you stand guard
would you put them first
Or just worry about yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, my friend! Your writting reminds me much of another persons i enjoy to read, And the question at the end is like slapping someone in the face with reality. Heart