Sing soft your sweet dirges,
Pale faces meet with pale lips,
By morning's growing might-
My soul shall be borne on wind.
My eyes saw a last setting sun,
Bear now the chill of night,
To tell worn tales taller than trees,
Treasure and tragedy by dreams and dew.
Be bold again before coming light,
Remember right and wrong,
Reveal this warrior's risen wrath.
By day we live and die.
Softer still a breeze upon green,
Banners unbroken. Ranks unsure.
Ring true rising terror-
Uncrumpled voices- sound.
Before the crash of colors and furies,
And all a disorganized fray.
No tales of heros. Red upon me.
Sing soft your sweet dirges.
VOUS LISEZ
Step Into The Light (Poetry and Prose Journal)
PoésieA poetry and prose journal of sorts. Be forewarned though, you might not get what you are expecting. Added to on a semi-regular basis.
