The Reluctant Soldier: XXXV
Posted July 16th, 2017 by Gracithe1andonly
in wardly searching
I am frustrated- now that the time is nigh,
The commanders seem to want to drag it out.
Can they not see that we have already gone
Too far to back out?
Every heart beats to the sound of a drum, or
Perhaps the drums beat to the sound of our hearts.
There is a comfort in familiar tunes,
Comfort and new strength.
There is a single tree growing atop a
Hill that, though alone, makes up a whole island.
Canalope is like the little tree; we
Are the sea below.
I’ve swallowed the sourness, it seems; foolish,
I know, to deny the sweetness mixed in too.
For sweetness there has been, undeniably;
In comrades and friends.
The spears will rain and war will reign. I see this
With the eyes of a prophet-soldier whose soul
Works in accordance with his reason. I wait,
I watch, vigilant.
Fey, fell faces around me, beside me; dream,
Dream, lying lyrist, of your comrades as they
Must, will inevitably, become. I hate
What has changed us all.
The word reaches the world that it will soon break,
Along with the men who will stand at daybreak
Beside one woman and storm the towers of
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