Battlefield Sunrise (Hymn of Mourning)

I wrote this poem long before I understood what it's like to even hold a weapon in one's hands, inspired largely by Mack Bolan and his grief over April Rose. I had intended to use it in a story, but I'd created far too many characters for the story and couldn't get to the point where I'd planned to use it. Then again, I was only 15 years old when I originally wrote this. ©1/24/86, 1/4/90, 9/29/98 Raine Wynd

Yesterday we talked about the times to come

And we told each other about a love that lasts

And we tried not to think about the war to be won

We hoped we would live till tomorrow

But we knew our luck was at an end

And when the battle came, there wasn't time for goodbye

We fought for our lives and forgot about love

We only fought to survive

Today I killed a man with my own hands

As the twilight came, I killed another

Amidst the coming of the night, the war went on

And somewhere in the field I knew you fought bravely

Till Death kissed you a greeting

I was too busy trying to live to know you'd died

As the first grey fringes of dawn slipped away,

I walked through the ruins of the city

And saw the battered remains of paradise

When I found your body, that's when the tears fell

As the bloody battlefield sunrise took the sky.

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