The lights of dusk
The lights of dusk became his final front
the winds, alone, deep in the soul engage
while his departure's shedding reds assuage
extending contributions to beyond.
How wrongly pride and triumphs, subdue
while cymbals drum paeans on cloudy skies
the fencing emptiness his past denies
- he wished warfare killings were untrue.
The altered day his destiny embeds
with his division's ranking and three stars,
his shoulders' silver and tangential paths
- forever faithful slug, attacking weds.
The shot approximates and blossomed bleeds,
to love him in his chosen Astral Halls,
his homeland and the springtime blooms recalls,
that congregate to stem his manly deeds.
Among the woods, in dark, the spirits breathe
could be a rustle of his killed comrades,
expatriated lives, outside of Hades,
their end was meritorious, forthwith.
His soul transformed to sentry guard and link
upon the mountain, laurel to bestow,
the killed in action brave became a crow
the sunken stars behind the shadows blink.
The message passed across the interstate,
infinity became a friend and bride,
his three reflecting silvers coincide
as dew drops drop on his interment slate.
© G. Venetopoulos, 06-20-2014, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)
