This sonnet is called "The Battle" - Let's hear what you think!
The Battle
A momentary gain of massive love
Followed by a wave of powerful hate
Evil stands tall, strong, hungry high above
Determined to stand by and prevent fate
Though darkness stands, haughty and cold as night
A tiny flame of hope starts to appear
Lending to the world a small bit of light
Though not enough to extinguish the fear
Where is the trust that’s needed to overcome?
Singing loud to circumvent all the dread
The volume rises in a steady hum
Its power helps it to come out ahead
This battle has left a really deep mark
That shall continue to smolder and spark
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