AN OFFICER'S LAMENT

My work is done and the end is nigh.
Alone I cry, alone I die, dear wife.
But in years to come, our child need not cry.
Her father a man, a means to end all strife.

Strong of heart and strong of arm – press on.
This noble deed for you is never lost.
Soldier forth, my friend, and right the wrong.
My price is ever paid, my life the cost.

Alchemist of flame, give in not to hate.
To stoke the fire, in strait most dire?
For in your hands the crisis must abate.
The torch to you is passed, fear not my pyre.

To serve my friends and serve my state.
My part is done; my time is come too late.