Hold me darkness,
Hold me tight.
The world has collapsed,
All is night.
With a grinding crunch,
Everything stopped spinning.
Cold is the air,
Fear is winning.
In my corner,
All curled up.
Whimpering in fright,
Like a newborn pup.
Waiting for the light,
Illuminate my misery.
Take me by the hand,
Turn sorrow to history.
This tomb is sealing,
My heart is weakening.
All is night,
Until you sing to me.
Upon the grassy meadow I lay,
Amidst the flowers of sunny May.
I see a yellow daffodil,
Hear the birds of yonder hill.
My knees shattered,
Hands bitter cold,
The bullet in my stomach,
Fierce and bold.
Fixed stare at the West,
Watching the yellow sun rest.
Sweet smell of the valley,
Brings memories of my dear Sally.
Screech of the machines,
Twitching my ears.
Enemy of ten-thousand flames,
Torture and sear.
Back in the fields again,
Harvest, family, nature and friends.
About the tractor the children dance,
Farm dog in his sleepy trance.
The dark Sheppard arrives,
With his lean staff.
Cry of the devil,
Chills the night.
Twisted sinews,
Chips of bone.
With the daffodil now red,
The forsaken freed in death.
(In memory of all those deceased in conflict)
