THE NIGHTMARE

well , a nigtmare of a patriotic soldier

one night, in the pitch dark moonlit light  

he walked the woods lone and lull  

he didn’t stop a moment dull  

with his bleeding leg  

he lunged with  beg  

he was lost and dreadfully bushed  

but with an  inspiration he had gushed  

HE WAS WORRIED , HE WAS HURRIED  

he heard the mighty murmurs that spread like fire

knowing  no worse , he wandered cursed  

 

 

one night, in the late lofty light

he dragged  the woods frail and anxious  

he didn't cry for he was pious  

with his bared and sore feet

 he didn’t have a  little  to feed  

with dying thirst

he struggled an awful  lust

HE WAS TANGLED , HE WAS DANGLED

he heard the windy whispers that flowed like water

knowing  no worse , he wandered cursed

 

 

one night , in the aphotic and  unpleasant light

he walked the woods frightened and annoyed

he didn’t scurry for he was cloyed

with his wounded knee

his feet did not agree

with not a modest tad of  terror

he anticipated a victory filled with endeavor

HE WAS BAYED , HE WAS STRAYED

he heard the whistling voices that spread like arid air

knowing  no worse , he wandered cursed

 

 

one night, in the chilly  fretting light

he walked the woods with hope and disguise

he didn’t  give up for he was  wise

with his witty eye sight

he spotted a town so bright

brimmed with his ally

they cheered for the warrior's  victorious rally

HE WAS CHERISHED,HE WAS LAVISHED

he heard the   thrilled echoes that  flew like  birds

knowing  no relinquish , he sustained feverish