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I am about to die, about to cease to exist.
And I am not afraid.
As I wait for the moment when my tenuous tie to life is snipped, as I wait to grasp the elusive idea of death, I feel so alive.
The sky is bright and blue- the kind of sky for happy days- and nowhere can I find the bleak gray horizon that should accompany battle.
The air is sweet and delicious, tasting of delicate little wildflowers and new spring grass, and I cannot smell gunpowder or death yet.
And this moment, the one before all others are stolen, may be the most lovely scene I have ever set eyes on.
The brave boys are running towards us, towards me. They scream a ghastly sound and it sends shivers up my spine to hear how they believe in what they fight for- even if not in words. They are a ragtag bunch, clad in clashing shades of gray, and decorated with stains of dirt and blood.
Their banner flaps and cracks in a definitive way, proudly, and it is beautiful.
All those men- all those beings: men and mere boys together- running and holding onto their cause. And even though I don't agree with the cause, their cause, it is beautiful.
I am about to die for mine, and they for their's. A lovely, though ironic, sort of equality at the end. Because we are really the same, I think.
And I will die under my banner, flapping in the wind, beneath that peaceful blue sky- and he will die under his, under that same darling sky.
Such a scene of brutal beauty, it would be a sin to ruin it with fire.
And I am not afraid.
As I wait for the moment when my tenuous tie to life is snipped, as I wait to grasp the elusive idea of death, I feel so alive.
The sky is bright and blue- the kind of sky for happy days- and nowhere can I find the bleak gray horizon that should accompany battle.
The air is sweet and delicious, tasting of delicate little wildflowers and new spring grass, and I cannot smell gunpowder or death yet.
And this moment, the one before all others are stolen, may be the most lovely scene I have ever set eyes on.
The brave boys are running towards us, towards me. They scream a ghastly sound and it sends shivers up my spine to hear how they believe in what they fight for- even if not in words. They are a ragtag bunch, clad in clashing shades of gray, and decorated with stains of dirt and blood.
Their banner flaps and cracks in a definitive way, proudly, and it is beautiful.
All those men- all those beings: men and mere boys together- running and holding onto their cause. And even though I don't agree with the cause, their cause, it is beautiful.
I am about to die for mine, and they for their's. A lovely, though ironic, sort of equality at the end. Because we are really the same, I think.
And I will die under my banner, flapping in the wind, beneath that peaceful blue sky- and he will die under his, under that same darling sky.
Such a scene of brutal beauty, it would be a sin to ruin it with fire.
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Now which war could this be referring to??
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My piece for 's Prompt "Write about something ugly, but find the beauty in it".
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Critique:
Does this cause emotion?
Does it make sense?
Flow well?
Entertaining?
Thought provoking?
Overall enjoyable?
and anything else you want to mention!
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#theWrittenRevolution Critique: [link]
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My piece for 's Prompt "Write about something ugly, but find the beauty in it".
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Critique:
Does this cause emotion?
Does it make sense?
Flow well?
Entertaining?
Thought provoking?
Overall enjoyable?
and anything else you want to mention!
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#theWrittenRevolution Critique: [link]
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For your critique request, yes to all. I think that it is a marvelous piece, though I might have to disagree with it being ugly at all. What could be more beautiful than many people fighting together or against each other for a cause they find righteous? I think that the only true dream, is a dream you are willing to die for, and if you don't think you can die for your dream then it is but a glimmer.