Seasons At Arms

Athis is a poem I made up about seasons in conflict.i hope you enjoy��!!


1. Seasons At Arms

Deep in her arms a soft wind blows,

The sort that only she knows,

The time is over for games,

For a stronger force starts to upset the window panes,

It grasps firmly with its unwelcome bite,

For it makes all want to cuddle up tight,

For the fire of life is extinguished now,

And is replaced with a bare bow,

For Jack is back and all that means,

Is the harsh harsh army is keen,

Keen to put up a fight again,

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