I Must Rest Here a Moment

 

I must rest here a moment, though the sky still burns,
And the echoes of battle take their turns.
The earth feels soft, though stained and worn,
A cradle now, for the battle-torn.

I’ve known the clash of steel and cries,
The weight of choices, the fleeting skies.
Yet here I lie, my breath now light,
As day gives way to eternal night.

The victory's song hums soft in my ear,
A melody sweet, both distant and near.
For though my sword shall rest with me,
Its purpose lives in the lives set free.

I see the faces of those I’ve saved,
In every stroke of the path I’ve paved.
Their laughter rises, their futures gleam,
A hero's joy in a fleeting dream.

The pain I bear, I welcome now,
For honor’s weight has graced my brow.
And though my heart beats faint and slow,
Its cadence sings what all must know:

A life well-fought, a life well-spent,
Each moment lived with no lament.
For death is but a gentle hand,
Guiding me toward a promised land.

So I must rest here, just a breath,
To greet my peace in this embrace of death.
Fear not my fall; my spirit ascends,
Where battles end, and love transcends.

Death is an Old Friend

Amorbaby

Death is an old friend, soft in stride,
Who walks beside us, tries to hide,
Not to intrude, but there to see
The life we weave, our history.

In whispers faint, like autumn’s sigh,
He waits where seasons go to die.
No need to fear or turn away,
For Death knows life in full array.

He’s watched us bloom, watched us decline,
With gentle hands that mark the time.
Not one for words, he humbly stays,
A shadow cast on our sunlit days.

When the last breath of life is spent,
We greet him, weary, worn, content.
Death comes not as a thief or foe—
An old friend now, we’ve come to know.

Shadow

 In the quiet corners, where shadows dwell,

Lies a soul in solitude, a tale to tell.

Like a shadow, they linger, unseen, unknown,

Crying in the darkness, silently they moan.

Alone amidst the crowd, unnoticed they stand,

A phantom of sorrow, with heart in hand.

Their tears fall softly, in the still of night,

Echoing their anguish, hidden from sight.

Yet within this darkness, a glimmer of light,

A flicker of hope, pushing back the night.

For shadows may fade, but the dawn will rise,

Bringing solace and comfort, to weary eyes.

So let not despair, your spirit consume,

For even in darkness, there's room to bloom.

Embrace the shadows, let them fade away,

And greet the dawn of a brand new day.