silkroadcowboy

Battle

I fight for king and country.

My wife mends my cloak in the dim firelight.

She hums an old tune.

I cannot remember the name.

The lines are formed, the flags fly.

The sun is high and bright, the breeze is light.

I have seen this dream before.

In the chaos, I fall.

We, the dead and dying, lie together beneath the perfect sky.

No, crow, not yet.

Dream

No, crow, not yet.

We, the dead and dying, lie together beneath the perfect sky.

I fight for king and country.

In the chaos, I fall.

The sun is high and bright, the breeze is light.

The lines are formed, the flags fly.

I have seen this dream before.

My wife mends my cloak in the dim firelight.

She hums an old tune.

I cannot remember the name.