Mortal Death Poem by Hannah Hoy

Mortal Death



Among the fields of a wasteland Earth,
There stood her armies,
For all they were worth.

Amongst the filth and the dirt,
There stood her foes,
Who destroyed our Earth.

And so they charged with all they had,
And as more were slewed,
They never stopped for all they knew.

For they would never rest,
Until their mortal foe,
Had met his death.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hurt,war and peace
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Hannah Hoy

Hannah Hoy

Lurgan, Co.Armagh, Northern Ireland
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