Okies, so I got a ton of poems on my myspace, but I will post a few of them as I go
The Final March
The starless sky dims the night
As the moon is left alone.
Finally strikes the midnight hour,
As falls the blanket of somber snow.
Naked trees twist forcefully upward
As if trying to escape the frozen land.
For strewn amongst them lay sleeping men
Whose skin is as white as Winter's hand.
From the hills a bugle sings softly
To the men which peacefully slumber,
One placid tune, which will be their last
So they may be always remembered.
To them it sings,
'Good night, solemn night,
Till the light of a different
Dawn shines superbly bright.'
So powerful the anthem the winter scene stills,
And the stars begin to reappear with grace.
They rage against the fading light
Who threatens to consume the souls below.
As the bugle sings and the stars glow
The motionless souls rise below.
And line up to march, not to the roar of guns,
But to the sweet sound of Heaven's rest.
To the hills the bugler ceases,
And to himself is whipped away
By the December wind which has finally come
As the empty bodies, finally decay away.
Good night, solemn night,
To the soldiers that died below.
But do not mourn for their souls always go
To a more distant and beautiful light.