Army Man

By: Leo Silva

Battle grounds filled with blood with the men that tried,
I am wounded with my blood slivering down my chest,
I hold my riffle, aim to the West,
were West is where the meadows grow red,
with read roses dancing with the grazing winds.
Ok, Ok........
I look around, I see the enemy in numerous mounds.
All filled with detest for me,
Because I have a warm heart still beating,
I feel these frigid Artic bodies getting near,
I see the raven knight closing to the rear.
Hope is fading, light is dim
I hear my bodies drum slow in beat.
My mind is depeated, my power is gone,
I feel my warm blooding roaming to a halt.
My veins are freezing, I feel no control.
My grief stricken face, See's the victors strut.
Straunting towards my pitiful tomb.
"Here I proclaim, what is mine."
Bang!
Memories have splattered through the battle grounds,
my red tears fall off my cluttered frowns.
Now I rest, my dove is abound.
The white dove passes, guiding me through the light.
I reunite with my platoon, and rid of my freight.
My soul is free no longer commended,
the battle continues and will never END.