The Pride of Victor - Amber Atkinson

One morning, bright and radiant,

As the sun rose in the sky,

A drumbeat sounded through the hills,

And echoed far and high.

One lone drumbeat o'er the hills,

Sounds like a cannon's roar.

The creatures dive for shelter,

For, the beat precedes a war.

A shout rings from the hillsides,

And the soldiers stampede down.

One young, tiny drummer boy,

Gets trampled to the ground.

As the human waves collide,

And the first shot rings aloud,

A soldier falls in battle;

The flowers form his shroud.

Both sides mix together,

Here their colours blend and clot.

But, the soldiers keep on fighting,

And unity stands for naught.

As the last gunshots fall silent,

All the forms dead on the earth.

Two enemies stand in stillness,

As they turn to face their dearth.

Clouds turn the sky to black,

And rain falls all around.

A light shines through the darkness,

Cleansing bloodstained ground.

They stand there in the silence,

Gaze through the other's heart,

Link hands in grievous quiet,

Piercing hatred, as a dart.

As the smoke fades in the distance,

The hurt souls find release,

The price too high for victory,

They both agree to peace.

by Amber Atkinson

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