A Soldier's Poem
The sound of steel is all around me, the horses hooves ring out.
The clash of swords, the shout of men, and soon the blood is soaking in.
When midnight comes, the fighting stills, and I feel a twinge of fear.
I wish I was home in my love's arms, instead of fighting here.
I have a picture of her underneath the metal of my armor, and three words are written on it.
'I love you.'
That keeps me going through the hard nights and harsh mornings.
Through the days that blend one into the other.
Marching into the fight, swords raised in battle and cries raised in warning.
But then the fighting stops, the enemy sent fleeing and I rejoice, for I can return home to my Lady.
"Welcome home, Ilosovic, my soldier and my Lord."
She pulls me into her arms, and I realize that the hard nights are over, and bliss can begin.
Author's Note: I know, it doesn't really rhyme. Consider it free-verse.