It has been so long that I can't remember why I stopped writing poems.
Here is an old one just for the times

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Walking.
If you walk slowly enough, you can see what is written.
The life of our fallen brethren.
The breath of the angels guiding them to Heaven.
The story of how they fell.
Who they fell for.
Why we all…
…fight.

His story.
Love of a maiden. Maiden not to be his own.
His fight for love.
The love his dearest Maiden, returned.
The love his lord, denied.
His fight with sword and steal.
The one, against the thousand.
The reason we all…
…perish

Tears.
She watched a glorious fight.
Blood and Iron.
She could not bare.
The tears shed for all who fall.
Her love’s tears, for her pain.
He could not bare to see her sad.
She watched the man drop his weapons, for her.
The one who killed a thousand.
She cried once more.
As we all cry…
…when our beloved dies.