Regiment 184

Mon, 07/15/2019 - 11:59 -- evansm

Falling, flying, Soaring

the struggle to get up 

the thunder of the gunfire 

a sister falls beside me, forever laid to rest

the fight is getting dire

Valkerire fight for the Asguardians

no matter the time or world

strike down the barbarians

roaring with a violent thrust

another falls beneath my sword 

tears stain the dark uniform

mourning that on every planet, any era

the stars fall and the leave me one by one

victory comes with a price 

Regiment 184 has lost one more 

neverthless they persisted

This poem is about: 
Our world
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