Back To the Quote Wars

I know in writing about The Quote Wars, no one probably knows or cares what the heck I'm writing about, but that's Ok......for some mysterious phantom force entreats me....beseeches me....and compels me to write these chronicles. If you read these and shake you head, do not feel alone. I ask not that you accept it nor attempt to make sense of it ......It , like so many anomalies in our universe has no reason...........It just IS. My apologies The Quote Wars VI The sun began to rise To paint the sky blood read I'm running low on quotes And can't remember what I've said The soldiers that are wounded By the words that strafed the field Now lie down in this trench with me Without much strength to wield We thought when we arrived here In a few days we'd be home Armed with all the treasures In that great eternal Tome By now its scattered pages Lay useless on the ground While the echos of their wisdom Were nowhere to be found Now, The sun has fully risen And the light reveals our plight We take up pen and paper And get poised to stand and write The time has come to leave this tomb And crawl up from our trench To face our own mortality The verdict from the bench Words fly fast and pierce our flesh As volumes hit the ground The ink we carried in our veins Now splattered on this mound If I could write just one more line By turning back the clock The enemy might just retreat And end this writers block More on this war to follow !