Random Works of Pure Brilliance and Failure.

Of the War

Saying goodbye, 

to your wife.

Gone in the blink of an eye,

It's worse than taking a knife.

On your way to war, 

armed with your weapon.

But not sure what your fighting for,

when you beckon. 

To a Soldier who's your mate, 

you know so well.

Also came to play with fate,

When you remember raising Hell. 

But when you're fighting for your life,

the only thing you have on your mind.

Is your wife, 

praying you weren't left behind.

You hear the guns,

and your adrenaline kicks in.

But the only thing you can think of is to run, 

but you know you have to fight to win.

When the day is done,

You are still on edge.

and you realize that you have won,

but it feels like you're on a ledge.

You receive word that you get to go home,

and return to your wife!

You get to sit atop you throne,

but you never go to sleep without a knife.