Honor

Marching to battle with fear in their eyes,
noble men are fighting in love with their countries.
Seconds till death with black thundering skies;
their honor shall last for centuries.

Sweating, shaking in the blood tainted armor,
the reaper shows up to collect his toll;
soon a yell is heard, then more and more.
They rush into battle, into the mouth of hell.

Swords clashing, screams piercing, and death surrounds,
those men must kill to protect the young ones back home.
A cold, chilling wind rushes through the battleground;
now silent, for they are sleeping so cold, dark, alone...

Piles and piles of blood and death;
even the clouds of shadow start to cry.
Raindrop by raindrop, no sounds of breath,
and families upon families are going to die.

Unfortunately when the news is brought back,
tears will fall like the rain.
"Tat, tat" on those bodies life lack;
the soul left behind and drained.

Those honorable men who fought for life
quietly laying in morbid, chilled peace;
drenched in blood and tears of those who thrive,
death reaped and sowed those men who's lives now cease.

Days, months, even years pass on by,
but tears remain and exist streaming endlessly;
warriors' families keep on asking, "Why, oh why?"
though surrounded by joy, life goes on gloomily.

Remember though those men suffered horribly and unfair,
let hope guide them to an afterlife of prosperity.
Their souls live in heaven, no more war or bloody lair;
they now look down upon us guiding our life, giving clarity.

So no matter what, do not ever forget those noble men
who fought for us to live in a life with a joyous, spiritual core;
their spirits thrive, actions remembered, and carry no sin,
forever will they have true, untainted honor.