Scattered Ponderings

Farewell in battle

And an army of arrows shall rain down on you and I.

And what shall I say? In these last precious seconds?

Would you prefer I speak of sweet heavens, sweetly lie,

Or of the truths in my heart, cries of how death beckons?

Crimson red stains our hands, stains our very souls.

Yet the deepest stain is struck none other than you.

Tell me, in these last seconds, do you hear my calls?

As between my trembling fingers, your life seeps through.

And what do I do now? I, who went to war for you, only?

Fighting with a mere prayer of your name on my lips.

As now you fade, a whisper, and leave me aching, lonely.

Left only to recall how, out my grasp, your life slips.

Farewell? Then? How strange that sounds from me.

I, who had lived by your side and sworn to there remain.

As your soul wanders freed, I wander lost in pure agony,

Weighed down by a grief no soul can hope to contain.

So what now? My friend, lover, all. What happens now?

How much the war will take from two simple men.

And we are supposed to yearn for this game most foul?

And revel in how it takes from us, always and again?