The battlefield, a lonely hill, upon a country field
The enemies stand facing each other, swords drawn
They charge at each other, swords clashing
Swords swing, matching each other
Then a arrow hits the men, they fall
Blood mixing, the archer stares
The battle ended, a draw
Two deaths, one victor
The end
This reminds me of my favourite books and movie: The Lord Of The Rings. Good job. Keep it up. :)
They charge at each other, swords clashing wonderful descriptive poem belonging to symbolism, very well written. 10
i think i had an epiphany from this poem....i liked it really.thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your swords are very sharp like life, Good attempt Conor!