Thunder Cracked - Poem by Kyle Tadda
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.
The soldiers fought with a grim determination.
Knowing otherwise they would face anhiliation.
The guns cracked until the next day.
We few hoped that we were saved, I might dare say.
But the enemy came with a fiery revenge.
Wishing for their own fallen to be avenged.
I remember breathing my last from that haunting fight.
The young and dying screaming through the night.
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