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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Kryloc
Conquest of Freedom
Hopes First Glimpse
I approached the battlefield,
With my hand grasping my hilt.
It seemed as if I might yield,
Running far away, only to later wilt.
Mothers and lovers were weeping.
Enemies and Allies were dying.
As the sons and fathers of freedom fought,
For a forgotten ideal centuries sought.
I drew my sword and raised it high,
And let out a thunderous cry!
For today I would not die,
Or ponder the reasons why.
I would battle till the day was won,
Or all that which we dreamt was gone.
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