#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...

There in the valley
dwells the swords, bloody
near them the soil carry
noble souls,they fought, they're trustworthy

she flew around the battlefield
took a sword which was nailed
some doves was bailed
when she pointed the sword up to the sky
out of the soldier's body ,they fly

freedom by blood
safety by slaying in the light of moon
peace by mrcy ,but no ,they want you under their foot
they don't care are if you die ,no water
no food

as she rise the sword up,the blood flow
on her arm,and the sun rise, shining ...