“Silver Mist”

As a ghostly mist begins to fill the silvery landscape,

an unendurable cry,

wild with anguish and filled with terror,

fills the air.

I see black figures, wounded horses,

moving around in the distance

falling down and then getting up once more.

I sit and hold my ears

but the piercing screams impale themselves into my head.

Then a different noise interrupts the horses’ groaning.

BANG!!!

I see the beasts struggle,

their mouths filled with agony.

BANG!!!

The wailing intensifies

but I cannot flee.

BANG!!!

I take my hands off my ears.

Dead air is all around.

A long-drawn dying sigh

hangs in the wind.

The singing of shells

and the rumble of guns

begin to fill my ears

as silver mist saturates the land.

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I'm Anna. I'm 7 years old. I love to play sports and just have some fun.

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