A soldiers tale: Kingdom of Sorrow
Fear death, to feel the fog in my throught, the mist in my face
As the blasts denote, I am nearing the place, my life dwindles to waste
The power of the night, the post of the foe
Where he stands, the arch fear, in visible form
*sigh* Yet the strong man must go
For the journey is done and summit attained, and the barriers fall
Though a battles to fight, and the victory is gained, the reward of it all
I was ever a fighter, so one fight more, the best and the last!
I would hate death bandaged my eyes and forbore, and bade me kreep past
Ne! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, the heroes of the old
I triumph over fears, surcome to the pain, and embrase the darkness and cold
Alas, the worst turns the best to the brave, the black minutes at end
The enimies rage, the voices that rave, shall flicker, shall blend
Shall change, shall become first a piece out of pain, then a light then thy breath
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, and be put to my final rest
My spirit leaves, to bask in the moons light, my body, left hollow
And with god have his his rest, inside the heaven's kingdom of sorrow
This is the captivating story of a young soldier in his final moments of life at his last war before being sent home. These are the thoughts that dwelled in his mind, and everything that occured. the time is in the 17,00's. No this is not a true story, I wrote it, pz.