sorry that it has taken so long to get a new poem up, but my computer crashed on me and i had no computer for a while... anyways, thanks to my beta Ravyn-Amre for editing this for me, you do an awesome job! constructive criticism is always welcome.. please R&R..
witchfire37
D.A.
The war has slowly taken over everything;
Even the most naive cannot deny the war any longer.
Children are losing their innocence.
Teenagers are growing up too fast.
We have grown up the most,
and accepted what many could not,
Prepared ourselves for what we knew was coming,
Armed ourselves so we could survive and protect those less fortunate.
The once lit up eyes of my friends have turned into the eyes of hardened warriors.
Eyes that were changed by me.
The fate of the world rests on my shoulders,
The shoulders of a seventeen year old man.
Isteelmyself for the final battle
And will charge into it with everything that I have.
I hope that I have trained my army well enough,
Even as I know that over half of them will not leave the battlefield on that fateful day.
The only thing I can do is train harder than ever,
And end this war, or die trying!