intricate skillz
The sun starts to peek through the trees as the fog sets,
as if smokes covered the earth, from the trees, leakes a mass of silohouetts.
Overwhelmd, and out numbered, the soldiers try to muster confidence,
But caught, in what seems a pre determined dream, a cluster of consequence.
their boots are laced tight, pistols are holstered,
Ready to embrace the fight, they let out whistles, so their morale bolsters.
Anxious feelings grow colder, all of a sudden,
This is it, with all their uniforms botton'd.
Shots ring out, some one leads the charge of soldiers,
With the first death gone, the pre lude to battle is over.
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