I walked on the battlefield where the dead covered the ground. Listened as bombs fell all around. Tryed to scream but made not a sound. I know only two survivers were found. Both frightened, hearts rapidly pound. Knowing not where I'm bound. I duck my head down. While the king searched for his crown. The jester becomes a clown. The clock unwound. As the dead were buried in mounds. Close to town. Where all the houses were brown. Like my old hound. The one that drowned. All in time. With a war to rhyme.
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