No fear

[Cath]

I remember this bright light.
I was freezing and yet it came.
It was no hope, it was worst, a fight.
When the whistle was blown, I was to blame.

I remember this warm liquid running.
I was hit but my blood was boiling.
It was no hope, it was worst, a shame.
When the whistle was blown, I was to blame.

I remember this pain, this blood.
I was no leader, I couldn't prove.
The mud, the dirt, I could handle.

I remember the looks, almost like a flood.
I was a support, they move, I move.
The rifle was lying next to me, I could take the handle.

When the sergeant blew the whistle,
We had to go, we had to deploy.
Everything went well, all clear, like a crystal. 
But then we hit a decoy.

They had from behind, a surprise attack.
 Crossfire, we dropped like flies.
After two hours of hard work, we had to fall back.
I tripped, I hurt my ankle, I couldn't tell lies.

We got crushed because of me.
They said that those things, I see.
I'm a follower, 
not a leader.

[Simple Tania]

*BRAVO*BRAVO*BRAVO*

I clap till my hands hurt my dear Princess... do I dare in French? Oh Shit, why not...

C'est tres Magnifique mon chéri *crossing fingers*

[Sheilan]

C'est magnifique ma cherie pour etre exact 

And yes indeed it's superb i was shivering all along the text so intense

[Cath]

Thank you~!

[_Barbie_]

Very well done!
Makes me ponder starting poetry back up again, it's been a while...anyway, good work!

Fear is the path to the Cath side.

[Cath]

Come! Join the Cath's side!

Wait...

What do you mean by that?

[Simple Tania]

no matter the fingers I crossed, I always misspelled, hihihi...

Oh well, I guess you understood, right?

[Cath]

I did!

[IvanXLIV]

Ma chère Cath.... je dirais même superbe!

Ivan