By James A. Garrison
In the deepest night I say my prayers,
For in this world no other cares.
The words in fevered conscious flow,
As sweat my grimy brow does show.
My markless life is made with tears,
And precious few know all my fears.
To my God in heaven I implore,
That to my dear ones He may restore,
My life, my form, my soul, replaced,
To be with them, and in this war not waste.
I look up and I see the dawn break,
I gaze down and see my hands shake.
The day has begun,
Time to meet the red sun.
I grit my teeth,
As my sword slides into it's sheath.
My knife in it's brace,
My armor in place.
My shield held high,
I look at the sky,
And say one last prayer.
I pray that I make it through this affair.
Then I march forward with other men at my side,
For it is no longer a time to hide.
Metal flashes in the morning sun,
As our gait turns into a run.
In the distance I see our enemy.
In my heart is the foolish hope that they would flee.
The space between us continues to lessen,
And my heart races faster with each second.
Faster and faster I go,
And soon I'm at the fro'.
My lungs burst forth with a battle cry,
"Die, foe, die!"
Two armies meet in a tremendous clash,
And I dive in to hack and smash.
Through the fray I go,
As I kill men row upon row.
A stab here, a slash there,
My shield is gone, I don't know where.
I just fight on in a familiar haze,
And my eye's glow with a red blaze.
Noon is gone and the battle is hot.
Now we are winning, now are not.
I drip with blood,
It flows from me like a flood.
All I know is that it is fresh and hot.
Some of it is mine and some is not.
My muscles grow weary,
My mind grows dreary.
I fear I am losing this fight.
Will I last till night.
The battle continues,
As daylight we lose.
My mind wander's as we fight to survive,
It wander's to a place where peacefullness thrives.
For a moment I can see my home.
Where there is land I call my own.
My wife is shooing a mother hen.
One eye she keeps on the hen, the other on our three children.
Life is so much simpler there,
And I wonder why I am here in a place, I don't know where,
Fighting for my life,
When I could be at home with my wife.
I fight now with renewed strength,
If only to make it home at the end of this battle's length.
The sun is low
As I struggle on against my foe.
The battle comes to it's height,
And my flesh becomes dead weight.
In one final surge of fighting
The enemy ranks break into flighting.
They raise the white flag of surrender
As the field they do render.
Relief floods through my being
At the sight I am seeing.
We have won and the battle is over,
And I can return home to my lover.
I turn to leave this field of pain,
Where blood has fallen like rain.
However, before I can walk away,
An opponent forces me to stay.
I curse and scream for him to stop,
But he continues to thrust and chop.
Over and over I try to convince him that the battle is done,
But I can't get him to run.
Furiously he attacks in a blind rage,
Intent on a war of insanity he must wage.
In wearied agony I block his blows,
While in his mind he battles unseen foes.
Soon, however, my focus wavers,
And his attacks become even braver.
And as my defense becomes too slow,
His blade slips through to deal a mortal blow.
I fall to the ground in deathly ruin.
He runs off with a sickening grin.
I look up and see the old man sun.
He has had his fill of seeing the fun
In a bloody show.
Now he sinks below the horizon.
He has had enough of what we have done.
I lay amidst my gore and blood.
And memories return to me like a flood.
Memories of a time long past,
When peace and safety were to last.
Now I look up and see the Stair.
Time to say my last prayer.
"Lord in heaven,
Keep my children,
Look over my wife,
And keep her from strife,
I hope I've done right,
So recieve me tonight."