~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Battle Over
Battle over, torn asunder
Foeman retreats
Wounded but yet alive, I still stand
This foe I cannot kill with axe or sword
Dark thoughts and old age can kill any man
Lo, my grave can wait some more -
I will go to it all too soon
As of now, I greet the dawn; I choose to live.
© Uthyr
- This poem is in the
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Image: "Wounded Dmitry Donsky", Boris Artemyevich Chorikov (1802-1866), Russian graphic artist.
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