The Battlefield Poem by Fredrik Hole Halvorsen

The Battlefield



Bloody metal
Brings you to your knees
The fading voices
And the many screams

He stands above
With a deadly smile
Sinks in the axe
Then drags you to the pile

Among the bodies you lie
Breathing no more
While the victors laugh
At the death and gore

Thursday, April 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success