Ode To The Soldier

His dreams died of old age one night

Flew away on a sleeping breath

Like a moth in darkness who seeks the light

No loves attended Death


Legs that had been brittle and sore

Strode with pride into the shadow lands

At the river of Styx and it’s bony shore

He rang the bell with steady hands


Charon came with his lamp held high

To lead the warrior to his rest

With a wistful grin and a grateful sigh

All earthly plains he left


Blood and war, that ancient stain

Unveiled and washed away

Forgetting reason, glory, tender pain

On the pale shores of day


Flayed of skin, the structure of bone

Till he was only a feeling of love

In this way the soldier went marching home

As he cast away with a shove




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