hi :) This was the very first poem I made, approximately four months ago (perchance). I made two-three more after this one, however; I believe I put the most effort into the first one, ironically. I do intend to make more, much better though :) If any of you guys have suggestions/tips or want to talk to me about it, feel free to comment. The Civil Foe The Bloodiest Day in American History begun, and a young man was just stunned by a gun. He stumbled upon a tree and felt life evaporate, and he knew his fate was death straight. He saw a foe run towards him, and now for certain his fate was grim. He closed his eyes and anticipated death, yet the foe discarded the gun, so he was able to take another breath. To his surprise, the foe tended the wound, and he was no longer blood drowned. The foe then bid him adieu, and he was the foe’s last view. For the foe was brutally killed after wound tending, He slowly fell into life’s ending. The tended man then tried to save his hero, yet the life of the hero was absolute zero.