Glory

A short poem i thought of when someone must be thinking in the final moments of death on a battlefield in the middle ages

Through the hard times, and through the worst times
no matter what we face, we hear glory's chimes.
They ring throughout the sky, and call our hearts.
As we charge, as the rampage starts.
Toward the impossible foe, in unison we charge.
Our bodies will break, into their massive barge.
No matter how much turmoil our side will face.
Through this challenge we will find grace.
Grace knowing that one day good will flourish.
To the weak in the future we will nourish.
And as i lay dying on death's glorious field.
My heart slowing, the sun glistening on my shield.
I know that the ones i love, will live and go on.
But within their hearts my spirit lives every dawn.
So weep for me, your eyes shall not
even as in the ground, my body does rot.
For I will live on, in another life.
Again to continue the earth's strife.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[OceanTropic]

I really enjoyed this piece except for the last line. I feel it isn't necessary. I think if you finish the piece with "For I will live on, in another life." then it would be far more grand.

In this poem I feel like the rhyming was less forced. Don't know if that's the case or if there were more suitable words to use, but it didn't feel forced here.

I really liked the subject a lot. I like all the topics you write about, they are so meaningful and so great. It really reminds us that we are here thanks to the soldiers that fought for us.