The striking scarlet standard swings so low
Over the blue, broken bodies of men
The sun becomes cold and loses it’s glow
Across the awful, bloodstained fields and fen
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A lovely sonnet with a drawn picture of the sun setting over the dead bodies of men for the day to depart and the night to take over, and there is mourning across the land. As usual, day where there is life represents life, and night where there is dark represents death.
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A lovely sonnet with a drawn picture of the sun setting over the dead bodies of men for the day to depart and the night to take over, and there is mourning across the land. As usual, day where there is life represents life, and night where there is dark represents death.