He sat stiffly at the end of the bar.
His face sagging and covered in scars.
He thought back on why he sat in this place;
The beautiful woman, dressed in satin and lace.
He asked the bartender to pour another drink,
Believing another would help him think.
She wanted a hero, fresh from the war,
With no idea what was in store.
She got a soldier, the best there\'s been.
She got his burdens, lingering like bad dreams.
Sleepless nights and enemies in every corner.
She felt betrayed- he\'d forgotten to warn her.
One night she was gone- a feather on the wind.
So he sat at the bar, to let the drinking begin.