in the bleak mid winter,
comrades comes and fall.
ushered to hell with the mighty blade,
frozen on earth as their blood rust.
in the bleak mid winter,
our future was told.
not by a witcher,either by the gods,
the cause was lost through our swollen eyes.
in the bleak mid winter,
men of valor arose.
bearing thier name,and those they feed,
death is certain, so is courage.
in the bleak mid winter,
families wept,
not for the battle, but sons lost.
the battle was won, but shadows of war remains.
© Anunobi Johnson kosi
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