Life is of the essence, of which he has none,
His was canceled out not long ago.
He died cowardly in a field of honor,
His heart that used to beat is now gone,
But he cannot move forward if his past pulls him back.
As he is called back to earth, although with no essence,
He is guarenteed he will not, until his task complete, undergo evanescence.
His quest he understands, and accepts his place,
To be there, beside his old comerad's case.
On the field of battle he pulled a pin, and thinking it a dud,
Tossed it on the ground to try again.
The explosion was swift, presice yet random,
And it destroyed two lives,
His and his commander's.
Stuck between heaven and hell, he walked to the graveyard,
His quest to complete.
As he looked upon the moruners, the casket in sight,
The priest said --
"This man was noble and true,
This virtuous man is now dead.
He died honorabally, killed by a grenade,
Oh merciful God, come to his aid."
As taps began to play,
The casket began to sink.
Then as the trumpets fell mute,
He gave to his commander, his friend,
One last salute.
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Inspired by a picture a friend took, I'll try to post it at a later date.
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