Isabel Night
Beside my casket I hear weeping
Suppressed emotions
Leading the way from heart to eyes
What has come from four hundred years of drama?
An end to a war
Greeted with nine heartrending cries
My physical remains shall be placed in the earth--
Christianity says on the last day I shall rise
Yet this soul aches to see his mourners grieve
Then again, what unseen spirit can cure a heart's demise?
The Old Norse will welcome me to Valhalla
The Hall of Heroes
Slain in battle--
Sitting by Odin's side
The Americans would place me in hollowed earth
In a cemetery called Arlington
With complete military honors, dressings, and pride
This was done not for glory
Save for duty
As well as a warrior's pride
I am no hero--
Just a soldier
Who freed a trapped soul
Along with helping push back Talpa's plans for demise
The standard has returned
To the Nether and Mortal Worlds
My fellows, do not cry
I have found peace--
Equally as winter fades
And spring blossoms
Then dies
However, I am never truly gone
For just one moment--
Close your eyes
Feel the wind caress your cheek
As your heart warms
To the succeeding humanity
Located on the inside
THE END
End Notes-First of all, I would like to thank everyone who has read and/or reviewed my work. Reviews, comments, and critiques are always helpful and appreciative. Second of all, there is a whole load of supernatural and modern day terms used in this poem that I should probably clear up. In Norse Mythology, when a warrior died in battle, and his/her death was judged to be heroic by Odin, the god of war and highest god in the Norse pantheon, then that person's soul would be summoned to Valhalla, the hall of warriors and heroes. Here, there would be endless feasting and socializing, as the deceased shared eternity with Odin himself. Arlington is a direct reference to Arlington National Cemetery, located in Arlington, Virginia USA, where the American war dead and war heroes are buried.