(From a poem titled Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
one of the writing starter’s at Saturday’s Writing Retreat, I used this sentence and crafted a poem (“Ignorant armies clash by night”)
Ignorant armies clash by night
in the darkness of their sin
blinded by the shadows,
forced to march
through the trenches
to save the soil from
a hedonistic fate.
Then reason that they were following orders
not fully understanding the why.
Never, fully understanding
of how, who, and why.
Many return from their tour of duty
to trudge through
the dark corners of their minds
in a maze of self doubt.
Trudging on toward some
the cheese is
a moulded dark shade
A place where green rules
the world and the world
is decayed and remembers
little, about other colors
or about truth.
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