This project has lead to the general realisation that we have a wonderful poet in the group.
Her poems have become a valuable part of each canvas.
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Patch me up and send me home Patch me up and send me home Once forgotten, haunted by the past. Patched me up, sent me back to fight. Not a care for how I felt as I could kill. Worshiped by many, I'm treated like a king. Patch me up, but don't send me back! |
Forgotten
Remember the stories, the larks we shared,
The ones you carved hidden from the world,
Of drunken nights, we wish not to evoke.
Remember the noise, that crashing godly
Sound, of slaughtered men crying in agony.
Killed by heroes, believing they're right.
