Let suns rise,
let moons melt.
The spin of the universe halts,
oceans no longer are oceans,
he has a trick, a frolicsome one,
to place the heavens below and earth above.
The heat feels cold,
the chill of the wind burns.
Animals are sober and sane,
demented man chuckle and weep.
They wonder at the rise of the suns
and the fall of the moons.
But my eyes are unwavering,
constant and still.
With each breath draws the scent,
sweet cigarettes and scotch.
And the rememberance of old.
I stand tall, blazing gold chest on the upright!
The shuffle, our battle hymn!
steam dispels from my body
seemingly my soul is taken away.
But no, with every drum of your heart
my soul stays
Covered the crimson horizon they did,
as they staggered with arched backs,
the earth trembles beneath
though them eyes was scourged,
their gaze darker than black,
a hollow and senseless picture,
yet in our hearts, dynamis.
You asked for a cigarette to ease the breeze of fear.
I didn't want to smoke.
There were we
in our phalanx of twenty.
The cyclone whistle through our forest of spears
which sang the sweet tune which only you and i loved.
There we were,
front ranks at the right flank.
My shield falls and stand with me.
Never will i let you out of her shelter.
True as the passing suns, tender as falling moons
with a walk, the bronze rang,
a slight trot, the steel in our soul sang
and the final sprint.
The beautiful death