um, ok, iv never written any kind of poetry before in my life, so ama need some honest here!!
Brave Men's Rest
When wary feet run out of ground,
When what's lost is finally found.
When the sun hoists its beaming hands,
When the moon bows its head,
Shall the righteous come forth
And all truths will be said.
What's broken shall be mend,
No longer a brutal fight,
No more a bitter end
Or a trepid transgress, or sad letter yet to send.
A new life from turmoil will be made.
Something beautiful, something anew,
Like a fresh summer rain,
And diamond droplets of dew.
The worst is over, gone and dead.
Now all that's left is to rest a tired head.
Let all be forgotten, not another harsh thought,
What's done is done,
The fight has been fought.
what you think?
