Ink scribbles

Chapter 3

By: @90scunt
Remembrance day poem:

Amidst the fields of sorrow, where poppies sway, a soldier's heart beats, in the midst of fray. With rifle in hand, and courage held tight, I paint a picture of Remembrance Day's fight.
The air is thick with the scent of despair, gunpowder and smoke, a solemn prayer. Each step I take, with purpose and might, in this symphony of chaos, I find my light. the touch of cold steel, a companion true, as I march forward, with comrades in view. The ground beneath, rugged and unforgiving, yet, our spirits soar, in this battle we're living.
I see the world through eyes weary and wise, a tapestry of colours, where sadness lies. The sight of fallen heroes, forever brave, their memory etched in each poppy's wave.
The sound of gunfire, a thunderous roar, echoes of battles fought, forevermore. The hymns of remembrance, a mournful cry, as we honour the brave, who never said goodbye.
In this moment, I taste the bitterness of war, a reminder of what we're fighting for. But in the midst of darkness, hope shines bright, for freedom's flame burns, with everlasting might.
As I stand on this sacred ground, will you remember the lost, with hearts unbound? Let us unite, in gratitude and respect, for in our remembrance, their spirits reflect. In the tapestry of time, their stories unfold, their sacrifice and valour, forever told. So, I ask you, as the poppies sway, will you remember them, on this Remembrance Day?