Arrow In the Head
A rogue arrow hit me in the head,
I have fallen… and now I’m dead.
Yet I feel absolutely no remorse,
I have not died falling off my horse.
I have fallen in battle fighting for my
believes. Faithful until the day I die.
My graveyard the field drenched in blood;
No living things, no light, no more God.
And my death wasn’t silent, it was loud:
I have been heard. For that I’m proud.
Copyright © Thomas Kovacs | Year Posted 2006
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