Images of Doomsday

Bold and strong is the true warrior I portray, hiding all shudders! Will another threat or demise rise to awaken fear, or frighten the eyes? Will courage suddenly decrease through sheer defiance, considering myself weak? Even the strongest give in: facing a fate that antagonizes, it denies the sympathy they seek! Will they stare at the soft, sapphire sky in desperation? How they long for comfort! Will the dimming sun to stay warm and stop their shivering? Vain seems their effort! No, gusts of cold air will form hoarfrost on their foreheads, they'll stop their heartbeat! I hear the mortally wounded crying out to hault the slaughtering, can madness fend off defeat? Surely my endurance can overcome what they could not endure, being fearless delays death! They are brave and weeping I am unable to help them, despair lingers on their breath! And as these images of doomsday appear I evoke the bravery in all, they fight the enemy harder! Every loss on the battlefield is a sacrifice of unquestionable duty, each soldier aims high to go further! Written on 3/28/2017