Monday, July 07, 2003
A Solider's Gamble.
A Soldier's Gamble
Hidden beneath the battle-lightened skies,
The downtrodden grass of many a year past,
Gave refuge to my weakened state of mind
And fleeting relief from the bound'ries of time.
'Twas 'ere my body, my soul, did lie
In the heaviness of the pressing night,
And weary grew I, of the passing lives
Seen thro' the apathy of a soldier's eyes.
The ebbing cries of the man to my left
Was a firm reminder of the gamble made,
With victory also comes the prospect of death,
Alas! Its course leaves the gambler bereft.
'Tis wise to heed not the sins of men so caught in war,
For blinded are many by the very cause
Which spurs them on to right all fathomable flaws.
Mercy is repaid with the swiftness of Death's call.
Mayhaps it be time for me to pass along
And savor the sweet mortality yielded,
To renounce the deeds of men long gone
And forsake the woes which leave one forlorn.
-- I like starting off with a poem. Wrote it last year when I still had the time. Ahh well, who am I fooling? We all know I'm just trying to waste space for the moment till I have something of consequence to write. ;]
Shu at 10:35 PM
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