Perpetual Motion

Life, its own battle, the empty can, the endless rattle. I find myself wandering through the graveyards of my mind, embedded with the history of the heroes that I find. In darkest hour, and deepest fear, I search, I find companions here. A time my mortal soul can feel, a time to harvest flesh with steel... ...and all time is now. With heavy heart I read your stone, Soldier Boy, Twenty One and where has all your future gone. This place I sit, where lovers wept, of parent's tears and vigils kept, a place where heroes never stepped. and I forever in your debt.