Fire at Will
Blurry senses, clouded sight,
Ghosts of the past shriek and cry.
Languish on fears, the soldier's flight.
Absent triumph, plans awry.
Cleft the morning silence
With honour gone amiss.
Shudder with irate violence;
Sever mortal ties with a kiss.
Vague voices, scant sanity,
Erode at horror's persistence.
Shards of glass, damaged vanity.
One for one, this bleak existence.