Mortally Wounded: A Soldier's Tale

Imagine the glory of a love so mighty as
to inspire the hopeless to suffer the agony
of one more breath.
 
Mortally Wounded; A Soldier's Tale

He is bloody, fading and shattered,
Disabled, alone by himself --
His body's been brutally battered,
As the warrior gives up on himself.

He prays to die as a plea for new birth,
And cries, "God, rid me of this dread!"--
He calls forth to heaven to free him of earth,
As he pleads, “I am better off dead."

Yet one thought has kept him about his life
Of the loving woman he adores.
The memories he cites are that of his wife,
For he knows living is a battle of wars.

He pleads his courage and defiantly crows,
"Your heart is every breath that I take.
"Your love has seen me beyond deaths throes,
For that my life is no longer at stake."

The wind carries his voice back to her midst,
As she summons him back from his pain.
Their spirits converge an unbreakable tryst,
As she lifts him beyond his refrain.