Vigil
A fiery gaze blazes down
A hill of clashing bodies
A war of ideals waging
A passion not bound to it burning
Blood and bonds
Fire and fears
Swords and silence
The figure watches with pain
Cloaked, armored, shielded,
not an arrow could scratch him
Yet still the fire behind his helm brightens
A sorrow burning under combat he can't control
A soft whisper is released from under the cloak
A command, from higher, on to embrace this war
A stronger cost in the moment, a quicker victory
He knows where he is headed,
A place that reflects his eyes
One with no breaks, no relief under the toil
Yet if he can bring a victory for his people,
A smile to the men & women who make survive
A place for love to bloom, a freedom
He knows it is worth this ache and pain
Brighter his gaze blazes down, aching for the loss
Sorrow for all those who clash on the hill
His vigil the spear in this war of waging ideals
Passion unbound by fight but to the men, burning
@7Bear7
This spoke to me of modern times.
A tone of resignation.
And relevance.
Of the fear and destructility of war.
Of the futility.
Who ever wins?
It's classic tones.
It's historical feel.
I enjoyed it 💚😊