A poem of war

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A poem of war

From Pilot JC, a true warrior-poet of Eld:

War is coming it rides on a steed

At times slow when angry we speed

Rivers of red no victory when dead

Oh King oh War, no crown for his head

No roses just thorns, the battlefield my bed

A bride soaked in blood, newly bewed

War she comes and all will be dred…

#poetry #eoe_v_eoe