Glory

Over rotting corpses, by drifting souls

hundreds of young men walk

to the battle once more

What awaits, they know not.

Fresh from bootcamp they came

shining boots and a blazing gaze,

Their faces gleaming with pride

to the ladies shooting a naughty smile

Twas not long before it set in,

corruption and great malice

even the most innocent before it fell,

A blade ascending from the depths of hell

tearing souls and flesh alike

Raging on, until the night

The next day was eerily alike,

Smoke clouds covering the sky

not a single ray of light

Gone were, now the smiles

He sat at the table

Wife and kids waiting to dine

Tomorrow he’d meet some friends

They’d go out, drink a keg

Yet the bombards starting rumbling

Soon came the artillery strike

A roaring thunder tore the night

No more dreaming amidst the fight.

A blood-stained waterfall, his gut

a shell had ripped him apart.

Upon his corpse was built a pole,

A monument over a bone filled hole

How would life had been

If there he never fell

Kept marching onwards, instead

Across the field of fire and death

Then onboard a ship for home

He wouldn’t have to die alone,

With his wife and two kids

Catering to the younglings needs.