Times of war… our hero’s stand up

THE CENTURION

Kindred the fallen

Threadbare and frayed

Broken in pieces so small

Soil is foreign

Your sacrifice given

The fight is for us one and all

Brave and relentless

The toils of battle

Prayers lifted more everyday

Hardened the portrait

Of those left behind

Whoa is the price that you pay

Cinders arising

Upon a beat ground

Hollowed the lost souls forgotten

Terrible pain

Is the stain of this war

Lying there in the trenches so trodden

Fleeting the thought

Family behind you

Lest you lose your direction

Your angels awaiting

Patient and safe

Challenging this missed affection

Never to waiver

Amid the explosions

Dodging, unbroken you bend

You’re cut is the brave

The solemn vow taken

Our Centurion protects to the end

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.