The Battle Raged Poem by Clive Blake
The Battle Raged
The battle raged,
The arrows flew,
We were brave, but
We were few.
Out numbered,
Out fought,
Out flanked,
Out thought.
An arrow sought,
An arrow found,
I took the brunt,
I hit the ground.
In animate,
In pain,
In jured,
In vain.
Soldiers rarely say die,
Soldiers rarely grow old,
But my body grows weak,
But my body grows cold.
Ex pired,
Ex haled,
Ex tinct,
Ex... failed …
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4/26/2024 12:53:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very clever poem! A lot said in a few words. Effective use of prefixes.