The Sound of The Trumpet

The sound of trumpets pierced the evening,
the ravens circled above,
the reaper stood nearby,
And the casket lay closed.

I had tears in my eyes,
but so did everyone else.
I felt so alone,
in the group of people.

They didn't know him,
like I had
I loved him,
when he still,
walked the earth

I still loved him,
thought he now lie,
with the earth.

Red,
white,
and blue.
Five shots,
ring through the air.

He told me,
he'd come back.
He lied,
Now he's lying,
in the Earth.

Author's Note

I was given a writing prompt on another site and it turned into this...
I challenge you to start a story/poem/whatever with the sentence 'The sound of trumpets pierced the evening'