Monday, December 19

Fort Finnegan

No ones heard of it,
This fort of yours,
The names all chaos,
And finally it was hit

The people just waited,
Finnegan said it won’t happen,
They had not such weapon,
Suddenly it was all fated

Purplasia had a reason,
We were cruel to the people,
Hoping to rise to the mantle,
They want us free from treason

Suddenly it was a hundred years,
Since the last voices heard,
They all had since feared,
Whom were all left in tears

That morning all was still,
The birds flew, the skies blue,
That old shaman he had no clue,
They will come, soldiers who kill

The Fort nation were ignorant,
Their militia went on murdering,
They who vanished were watching,
Humanity disregards the innocent

It went on for centuries,
This story became legendary,
Some would think it’s imaginary,
Not when the dead walked sentries

Will one day the story remain,
Even after the last creature dies,
When the sounds are echoes of cries,
Where it will end, in which domain?

-gp2005-14/12/05-

[-] Fort Finnegan is my own version of war poetry. There are some great war poetry on the net by the likes of Wilfred Owen and more.

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