Sonnet 1

Upon the Grass I sit, watching the stars;
The war begins beneath the sky, so wry.
I raise my hands to the gods, oh Mars!
Now the taste of blood so sweet, you will die!
Adrenaline coars’s through my veins
I feel nothing will ever ease my pains,
Now I stand and shout my evil war cry!
“Without a doubt,” I shook my fist about,
“You filthy Heathens will pay, NOW, bye n'bye!”
I charge weapons in hand, to the bout;
Weapons and shields clashing left and right,
Tis not I who will end this silly fight.
So there I lie with so many scars,
I lie half dead reaching for the stars.

Brad Stohr