sleep bringer
down a dark hall
where banshees lurk
white not from purity
but the sear of eternity
burning behind the
eyelids of escaping man
red blood of valiance
soldier cloaks soaked
in sacrificial glory
a field of men sown
in battle, marked with
the kiss of war.
Take your last look, Ares;
make your last escape
For this flower poem I played with the two colors of poppy (are there more than two??) and their various meanings / uses. Thank you for reading!
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