The battle was a tangled mess,
hopeless, no victor from the start.
The first day went from chills to heat,
lifeless, formless, foul Wilderness
chosen, egos of enemies
allowing neither to detach,
allowing neither final touch.
So war waged painful, wretched, free
Till second day, a flush of rage,
man crying for water, water,
dying, dysentery, slaughter
till both foes rested night, turned page,
then, next day, the enemy left
as one commander of courage
saw no cause for further pillage
till next bleak battle, and the next.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013
















Michele Seminara
/ February 10, 2013Great ending!
Eric
/ February 11, 2013Thanks for coming by to visit, Michele!
Eric
kalabalu
/ February 6, 2013Battles won with courage indeed
Eric
/ February 6, 2013Inspired by a civil war with the flu.
kalabalu
/ February 6, 2013hmm..so you got cured and conquered
Eric
/ February 6, 2013Till the enemy returns. Which he will again and again and again till he has won…
kalabalu
/ February 6, 2013yes..but you will fight..fight..fight..till you believe that is right
rawencounterswithestella
/ February 4, 2013Great great GREAT!!!! Keep it up, Eric!!
Eric
/ February 4, 2013Thank you, Estella. You too!