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...