• Written by
    Walter Adam Greene Jr.
    A soldier takes a sword in hand,
    Clasping a gem close to his heart.
    He looked up as the brilliant sky darkens. He smiles to himself.
    Even the gods knew
    What he had to do.
    Engraving memory
    And finally honed skill into the gem,
    He set out to save his loved one.
    Passing through past battle fields,
    Sprite’s flutter in the breeze.
    Day’s past without rest.
    Our soldier limps forward;
    Every night looking toward
    The sky’s to see
    the eyes of his beloved.
    Beatings are normal
    now in the prison.
    Being held for a crime
    our soldier did not commit,
    bloody and broken
    but still strong. He breaks free…
    his beloved waits for him.
    Fallen,
    a soldier lies in the snow.
    Hurt and close to death.
    The will that he has
    will not let him go
    to the unyielding darkness.
    He gets to his feet
    and struggles on.
    His love will keep him alive.
    Days pass
    …A young woman walks
    down a dirt path, humming a tune.
    She looks toward
    the ditch to see
    the fallen body of a soldier. His soul went on
    to the other world.
    Her soldier passed away.
    Crying,
    she hugged him close,
    his death only hours before.
    Two days pass
    as a new grave
    has been dug.
    A sword is placed
    as the grave marker.
    His beloved lies next to him,
    gem around her neck.