Hello!
This is just a random poem that I wrote a few years ago and came across today. It takes place after the battle of Pelennor Fields, I think. So tell me what you think! And the next chapter of A Red Sun Rises should be up in about a week!
-QueenofFlarmphgal
To Measure Worth
I look before me and I see
The tops of the retreating helmets disappearing down the hill
Their flag lying, bloodstained and ripped, upon the once-green grass
Our soldiers firing useless last shots
I look around me and I see
Countless dead lying stricken on the field
Friend and enemy alike
All joined in one bloodstained grave
I look behind me and I see
My surviving companions wandering woefully on the field
Some searching, searching in vain for familiar faces
Others rushing to help the injured
I look around me and I wonder
This was worth hundreds of men's lives?
This is victory?