Just a child in a world
About to be undone;
Just a youth who always knew
He would never be young.
Just the son of a father
Who sits upon a throne;
Just a man about to die
Surrounded, yet alone.
Just a soldier on a field
Once watered with blood;
Just a sword and a shield
Abandoned to the mud.
Just a casualty of war
And the darkness that looms;
Just a man about to die
In the shadow of twin moons.
For the CW prompt:
“Two moons rise over a darkened field.”
The repeated usage of “just” intensifies the mood. We can feel the magnitude of solitude and doom. I found the last 2 stanzas particularly beautiful. It leaves the reader with no words, but thoughts.
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Thank you! “Solitude and doom.” Nice description. 😄
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Loved this.
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Glad to hear it. ☺
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