Iron Tide
Tide of metal shimmering as morning foam
In and out
Rockets go
With aim to roam
Across all that is known
And paint it
An iron sky
It is fate for that born of stars
To return
And come back
A constant tide
As natural as any of water
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Most of my stuff is inspired by some of the very somber anti-war poems written after WW1. Others can be on a whim or based off fictional works.
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