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Dear Soldier Boy |
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Standing in this empty
silence,
A statue of solid stone,
Holding in his stained crimson palms,
A weapon of Hades' fire.
The thick air reeks of it,
This stench of those fallen before
Nameless heroes who have retreated home,
A battle cry rings out for thee.
Walk on, dear soldier boy,
Among these ashes you shall not lie.
March through the mesh of torment,
Emerge in the light of a new day.
Revere, but do not follow them to the
grave,
Where they sleep in the woven silk of
angels.
Listen, hear them calling,
The blasts of weaponry cannot mask it,
They beckon to you, soldier boy,
To join their ranks of tombstone
privates
But you shall form your own crusade
And walk on into the morning light. |
Jessica
Grade 9 - 10
Copyright
2007
Listed
November 29, 2007 |
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