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.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2016
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