War
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Annabelle Margetts, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2016
War is the colour of a black wolf ready for attack.
It tastes like blood after a vampire's supper.
It smells like burned bodies and
Looks like Hell was brought to Earth.
It feels like being lost and becoming mad.
It sounds like screams and crackling of bones as they get burnt.
War is endless fear.