Kyle Tadda Poems

My dearest friend,
Here at the end of my time,
For you and more, I will go to the end,
Even now, in my darkest hour, the sun still shines.
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Thunder cracked on the moonlike land.
As the cannons rumbled with a remorseless hand.
The battle went back and forth, no clear victory in sight.
The young and dying scream through the night.
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I'm terrified of these four walls,
This room from where I gave my all.
I've been tossed against a gate,
Fearing a painful and fiery fate.
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The birds coo in the distance,
as the hunter strings his bow.
In forest of dull marble,
lost to a thousand years of dust and snow.
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We have our hero's of childhood lore,
to tales of warriors from ancient past.
Along with the legends of adventure, to the furthest of shores,
To the songs of man, who despite everything, held fast.
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By the starlight,
On this bright night,
Will I see my fair maiden tonight?
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