Against Eternal
Gnawing on the white bones of the fallen soldiers
the hounds of hell wag their tails
the feast of wars is plentiful.
My horse steps slowly under the august sun
merciful Lord take me, my soul long dead
my spirit fled, my body hollow and dry.
A sea of sand endless and mocking
we drift in the rhythm of death
slow but steady on wards to glory
my hand still grasping my rifle
I fall.
Awaken into the stillness of night
with a canopy of stars glittering in the heavens
the beauty of eternal
peace within a shallow moment
I close my eyes...
She padded my face with a wet cloth
her skin was dark and her breast full
She said nothing, lift my head
and gave me water, a little at a time
She smiled
I knew I wanted to live...
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