Mars! Mars!
Thy clashing sword was keen
And glittering with stars.
Thine armour sheen
Shone to the terrored sky,
And o-er the bodies of thy foes
With open blows
Didst step to victory.
War! War!
They hidden horrors sound
And echo from afar.
Upon the ground
Thou liest now in fear
To wait the cunning chance
To thrust thy lance,
And hurl thy poisoned spear.
The Old And The New
Leon Gellert
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Poem topics: fear, sky, hidden, wait, chance, victory, open, step, sound, sword, thine, war, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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