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Before Christmas, I'll Be Back

"Before Christmas, I'll be back",

John said, and he departed.

He left his wife and his child

crying, alone at an empty home.

With other knights of the king

—his comrades— he marched,

"To the victory!", they shouted

and their horses ran.

Far, far away, they marched

looking for their enemy to die.

Only sad people were left

at the city, and every

wife, some with their children,

was alone at an empty home.

Weeks passed, and so did months—

the summer went away.

No letter came from the fierce knights,

no trace or sign of life.

The people at the city

no more did cry or weep—

they just tried to carry on

without their fierce knights near.

Then winter came, autumn was gone,

and each citizen was still

alone at an empty home.

Sad candles were lit on tables

on the 25th December

for the fierce knights were abroad.

No, they weren't back—some of them

never would.

Yet more months passed:

harvest, sow, harvest, sow.

Three years came and went,

three candles of sorrow in each house:

every Christmas, they were

alone at an empty home.

The fourth year, plague came—

but when it was gone

the knights were still abroad.

The fifth year, famine came—

more women died while waiting

than knights perished while fighting.

Some came back, deserters,

but no shame fell upon them.

In the city, people celebrated

that a few wives had

their husbands back.

But most didn't have them:

they were still

alone at an empty home.

With the sixth year almost passed,

a herald came:

"Our glorious knights have won,

through fierce battling, this long war.

They are coming back"

The herald spoke on the 1st December.

The 10th, from nearby cities,

notice arrived.

The 20th, when the sun was setting,

dust unsettled they saw.

The 24th, leading the march,

Sir John, fierce and glorious knight,

passed the doors.

With the fist raised,

he jumped down from his horse.

He ran towards his home,

and there he knocked the door.

His wife, with the experience

that the years of vainly expecting

had given her,

opened as if it were

a normal day.

But what she saw

was a knight —her knight—

right before Christmas.

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Written by
Shattentraumer
Published
Mar 29
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A long poem I wrote about loss and war

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Copyright: Shattentraumer, 2026. Licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/). Original: https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5280489/before-christmas-ill-be-back

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