Another Year 8 Poetry Competition Winner

Demise of The Frozen

The roaring wind pierced my frozen face

The spiralling winter snow from Moscow

That city that burns like a kindling case

Saving the hopes of our merciless foe

Haunting our souls and halting the chase.

The frozen capsules of our Grande Armée elite

Now buried by the frozen sheet

These poor young men never to see home

Instead lying here, chilled to the very bone.

I know as I begin to falter

That I may walk the earth no longer

My face is hollow, my fingers gone

The freezing blanket laying me to rest

All to do now is draw my last breath