BuryYourFlame
July 12th, 2009, 05:55 AM
A poem...sorta fails at old lanuage...but oh well...not sure if it is finished or not yet...
Here was the unnamed soldier,
remembered for everything wrong,
his heart shredded and torn,
he travelled into the dreams,
into the places we have never seen.
He travelled with courage,
that not even thine giant could fell,
of that which we never knew,
that within him that was pure,
that inside him that had hope.
Now the pain overshadows,
everything turns to dark,
the warmth is no longer on his fading skin,
the cold is all he feels now,
not even the human touch is warm.
Lest the darkness take him,
and that strength doth fade
and now the spark in his heart,
is the bullet in his eye,
now he must rest in the cool glade.
He is long gone,
but we will fight on,
befriending the cause of the nameless soldier,
the battle continues out of mind,
but not out of sight.
Here was the unnamed soldier,
remembered for everything wrong,
his heart shredded and torn,
he travelled into the dreams,
into the places we have never seen.
He travelled with courage,
that not even thine giant could fell,
of that which we never knew,
that within him that was pure,
that inside him that had hope.
Now the pain overshadows,
everything turns to dark,
the warmth is no longer on his fading skin,
the cold is all he feels now,
not even the human touch is warm.
Lest the darkness take him,
and that strength doth fade
and now the spark in his heart,
is the bullet in his eye,
now he must rest in the cool glade.
He is long gone,
but we will fight on,
befriending the cause of the nameless soldier,
the battle continues out of mind,
but not out of sight.