The soldier has fallen from his path for peace,
Wounded and broken he lies in defeat.
Lifeless and gone he surrendered his fight,
Till his angel returned with her light of life.
Repaired and stronger he rises once more,
With his angels light to guide him through.
The soldier survives and finds his peace,
Protecting the angel from all the demons at Bay.
He gives her his life,
So she may smile for another day.
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Author:
Toxic Nightmare (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2019 02:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a short poem about my muse
- Category: Love
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So noble are our thoughts of the fallen soldier. For they shall never grow old. Here in U.K. we salute the fallen on 11th November each year with ceremony and the wearing of poppy flowers.
Mindful of the terrible slaughter of WW1 I wrote a piece for that occasion last year which you may enjoy.
Soldier or combatant? Or guerilla, or terrorist? The nobility slips as reality grabs and the whole pathetic disgusting sherade which war is dawns upon us... for my brothers in arms are but pawns in a game.
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