Sestina
by Crown
Death is coming from the distance
Horns are calling for battle
The men are bearing arms
Tears begin to fall
Husbands are saying their good-byes
To wives they will never see
As they march they can see
Their death waiting in the distance
Many wish they could say good-bye
And leave the curse of battle
Others decide they will not fall
Even if they are unarmed
Men fail their arms
Though noon they cannot see
Even the unbeatable fall
As more troops come from the distance
Turning this fight into battle
Souls whisper their final good-byes
�Good-bye�
The men say to their arms
�I will not see the curse of battle
I am going to live and see
The roses and the gods in the distance
And sit in silence as the rain falls�
Hopeful men continue to fall
Women remember their good-byes
Of their husbands in the distance
They curse the sword and arms
Their pain anyone can see
For their love that fell in battle
I am in a never-ending battle
Fighting to keep my hopes from falling
In my mind you will see
The images of good-byes
To trials of sword in arms
Of men riding into the distance
And the falling men in battle
Monsters� arms waving good-bye
Are the dreams I see while slumbering in the distance.
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