O winds of war;
The frost you beckon,
That crimson ice-fire,
Beguiles youthful soldiers;
You veil them
In roseate fog;
The snow muffles shrieks;
And war’s terror ,in thy night,
Remains concealed.
But when the fog recedes:
Corpses alight
In a star-full night,
Starving buzzards
Like warplanes dive;
Clash of claw and meat.
Soldier’s remorse
Stains the snow,
With crystal tears,
It seals an empty vow:
‘Tis the vow of love
That ev’ry man doth keep;
Yet it’s easily broken,
Like a Ming vase
Full of crimson roses.
- Author: Joakim Bergen ( Offline)
- Published: December 18th, 2022 16:58
- Category: Love
- Views: 11
Comments1
so well written, thanks for sharing
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