Golden Army
The sunset is beautiful thing
About it sonnet they can sing
But this sunset is of ancient king
And his eerie persona changes everything
The golden army he would create
But to disappear long before Christ was born was his fate
The armies’ power was great
And the king governed large estate
The world war two came
Germans would kill and maim
The partisans would fight back just the same
Destroying German supply was their aim
In modern times under pines there is old unmarked grave
Of a lost partisan that fought so brave
And who his life for freedom gave
For brighter day and future for his children to save
If at war time golden army was alive
In those difficult days it would thrive
And very quickly occupiers away it would drive
Being more ferocious than hornets invading bee hive
Looking at the grave underneath pine and poplar in which wind would sing
The mother of lost soldier hears of ancient king
She would give anything
To see her son alive her heart would sing
Under the light of full moon
Singing white roses sorrowful tune
Wearing long clothes that make her look like a goon
She crosses the forest street to grave where lays her son the tribune
The ancient king would use math
To create genetic soldiers that would unleash their wrath
To destroy enemies who with him were on war path
It was combination of higher consciousness, genetics, magic and math
That what made his power so sublime
Is that he was master of time
He would use special enzyme
To generate his soldiers that did not fear the very time
But king died long ago
Before his army against his foes would go
For mother of the partisan it was a sad thing to know
Remembering it later as she stood by the grave through rain and snow
She learned about this secret during the war
If than she could have than bring the golden army to the war
It would be bizarre
Ending to the war
Somewhere in pine forest before the grave woman is sitting
For her lost son she is weeping
She is seen by someone who tries to recreate experiment of the king
But for her son is too late to do anything
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015
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