Battled Field Poem by Hanna Maria
Battled Field
The Quiet Quiet of the Night
Slowly steals the Will to Fight
Empty sheath from Broken sword
nowhere To Hide from the hordes
foggy Forests hide the Eyes
of the evils Deep Inside
Silent slithers follow Near
arousing deep Within, A fear
Coming close A voice it beckons
Foe or Friend cannot Be reckoned
Hidden soundless Lie in wait
Fear to anger than To Hate
Tears threaten, Brushed away
Gritted teeth, Cannot delay
A gentle touch, Familiar face
Calm the Fires, of this case
Tears spill o’r, head In Hands
Mourning those lost in These Lands
arms Come round, comfort Given
This place Not safe, but feels like Heaven
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4/20/2024 12:41:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well, I could't really find the poem hidden inside this.. But I would have loved to.. Maybe there is something here with the casing of the words as some of them begin in capital... Interesting puzzle though... P: S: If you ever feel like giving away the answer please tell me :) Thank you for sharing Hanna :)
yes it does have to do with the capital letters :)