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Tuesday 6 August 2019

The Forge Of Weapons

The Forge Of Weapons
The sound of a hammer fills the atmosphere
As it echoes through the air.

The fire of steel made into weapons of death
For the warriors that will risk their lives today

Then the cries of war fill the battlefield
The war has started

The sounds of swords clashing can be heard miles away
The blood of warriors start to fill the area

At last though the war is done and peace is now in the land
Then one day the sound of a hammer fills the atmosphere once again.

1 comment:

  1. I absolutely loved this poem Militina. Your story took me on a journey that was surprising, full of hope, then full of despair. Thank your for the work you put into this poem, I think it was a success. Now for a little simile - your poem was as strong as an ox, and left me feeling happy as a wave that dances on the sea. Well done.

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