Crimsons Skies Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Crimsons Skies



Crimsons skies backing cries,
Of broken summers pain,
Once again called to march,
On baron brunt out plains,
Thrust the steel horse,
At the enemy forward march,
Oil smoke pitch I wish to vomit,
Gasp as I choke blood stained,
Corpses lay to high under toe,
If I am the last victim,
Please do not make it so.

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