Literature
Ignorance?
Hard rain falls from the sky,
penetrating more than skin alone
clouding the vision, deafening the ears,
masking fear, the fears of men
that otherwise would have been seen.....
Two tribes, a long, tangled history,
gathered opposite, waiting,
on the verge of a clearing,
lightly hidden in the trees
men....not warriors.
The Kukan tribe, strong but agile,
stood tense, waiting...
waiting for the sun to rise
tension thick, all life is still,
all will be over soon....
The Elohains, tall but fair,
stood still, waiting,
waiting for tomorrow
the day of indecision,
judgement will be passed.
The mark of battle, the paint of war,
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