Poem1: Order/Choas

Let me preface this by saying that this was the first poem I ever wrote. I wrote it six or seven years ago.


Was for order that we fought
Not knowing of the pain we wrought
Pain of knowing we were not right
Pain of knowing, too late, not to fight
But fight we must, for honor's sake
Though skin in fear, begins to quake
Thought we divine right would aide our win
But nothing's divine about unknown sin
Off we rode, blood flowed red
Came we back, all dead.