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I’ll swing my sword till days are done,
Till foes are dead and battles won,
I’ll bleed and burn and blaze and break,
I’ll fight until my body shakes,
And at the end when death is near,
I’ll look it square and feel no fear,
I lived my life with blade in hand,
So when I die I’ll proudly stand,
On the battlefield when foes are close,
Where some shall fall and decompose,
So what if I meet my end this day?
My brethren and I shall not stray,
From our duties for which we have been raised,
Building up to a calling that we’ll meet battle-crazed,
We’ll die unremembered, unmourned and unsaved,
We’ll die in midst of the tempest we braved,
Though friends do fall and foes are nigh,
And arrows cloud the open sky,
The day is unfinished, my work undone,
And I have not the time to run,
So the writer writes and the painter paints,
And the soldier soldiers, soul marred with taint,
For a soldier fights, not because he ought,
But because some battles need be fought.
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Poetry.com 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Rebecca Hebert More than 1 year ago
This is a beautifully worded poem! Very descriptive and very understandable!
Mario Martins More than 1 year ago
Great perspective
Jasper Ismell More than 1 year ago
i would of never thought of that aspect he he
Mugisha Mutanga More than 1 year ago
It's mood is great; its style is great. The structure is so late uneven but the message is great. it'd have been better to keep the four line stanzas all through.
Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi More than 1 year ago
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