Marching - a Sonnet

Marching towards death, a soldier, young, brave Unafraid, gorgeous, back against the wall Just a young man, not asking for a save, Praying, pleading, that he can save us all. Marching for salvation, benediction His past another war he has to face Paying penance for his derelictions He's caught between the hiding and the chase Marching for freedom, for the call to arms, For absolution from all of his sins Ready to die, to save us all from harm, Where does the boy end, the soldier begin? Courageous paladin, resigned to death; Scared boy, running away with his last breath.