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CrackedInkWell


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Apr
24th
2015

The Ending Poem of a Fanfic. · 11:29pm Apr 24th, 2015

The following is a poem that I've added at the end of Journal of a War Pony.

Come to think of it, this must be my first poem I've done in over a year. Hope you all like it.

Requiem for WWI

by CrackedInkWell.

Grant them eternal rest,

General of the sky and

Commanders of earth.

Have these men who swam

in rivers of mud where

rats and corpses thrive find rest.

Give them peace from the

bushes of barbed-wire,

of the raining bullets and

shrapnel from the clouds of

mustard.

No more shall they worry

about running into legions of

bayoneted riffles while stepping on

a triggered mine.

Never again shall the frost,

the mud,

or the lice make them

sick.

Free them from their shaking

bodies because of their shaken

minds.

Liberate them from a nightmare

without end that your generals

and your country call glory.

For they have seen gore

and horror then those in

the underworld should see in

eternity.

Grant them eternal rest,

for after all they have done,

they need it.

Amen.

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Comments ( 2 )

Who is the author again? This is lovely, and I love anything associated with the First World War.

Mine actually. I was originally trying to find a poem to put at the very end of my first FanFic on this site. When I couldn't find one that I was looking for, I came up with this just today.

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