Shiny Spade

Shiny Spade A lantern, bright, shone lowly Among the fearsome stars, Where, beneath, we wandered With fireflies in glass jars, So much light to guide us To the reddest vales of Mars, Where the god of war did weep On our bleeding battle scars. Men did scream in the shadows That loomed beyond our glance, Between the fires of Hades In which their souls would dance, Raging like a fearless army Of lunatics in a trance, Marching to the skies and back Before we could advance. A lantern, dim, shone weary Upon a bloodstained blade, Glistening like our fireflies As through the dark we'd wade, We snuffed the burning cannons Where many bodies laid, And swapped our smoking rifles For a prayer and shiny spade.