Warrior's Lament
By Pat G
Too many friends with bated breath have answered a battle cry Too many friends have stared down death and shuddered when others died..... ------ Out of those graceless years of blood and wine, Too much of which we tasted on our own, We numbed our souls and cluttered up our minds while feasting on cold mead and whitened bone. Out of the ceaseless rocking of our souls between the cradle and the coming grave We live a life that never will be whole and gladly bear the weight of those who gave. Out from the valley of the noise and death mid endless echoes of our battle cry We hunger for the peace of one calm breath ------ But, too many friends still die. Too many friends still die. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 03:59 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 1
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"Too many friends with bated breath ..."