Letters to Maria

Dear Maria, I’ve battled hail, fire and brimstone.
My back grows weary, dry are my bones.
Clink! Tick! Bang!
I shrivel, I hesitate, I follow their command.
“Will soon be over,” I hear them say.
Lies I tell you, as clear as day.
In open fields I have to run, scorching my back, the naked sun.
“Will soon be over”, I hear them say.
“Lord, take me back safely to my Maria,” I pray.

Dear Maria, it’s been a while.
It will never be over, I knew it was always a lie.
My nights are long and the days are evil…
The devil is real, he lives amongst men.
He controls their swords and he’s the ink within the pen.
Today I saw a crow, and its wings I envied.
“Carry this letter to my love” I begged.
A harbinger of death I suspected, for upon its forehead was the colour red.
My dear, I’ve see torture and I’ve seen death…
But I will make it back I swear, on my last breath.

Dear Maria, gone are my hopes.
I lay on this battlefield, I’m surrounded by the shells of once great men.
I have fought and I have endured, to defend.
Kiss my moon oh Maria, and tell her how bravely I fought.
Make her your world as you were once mine.
We will meet again- this is a warrior’s vow.

Farewell my love, he calls out to me- he needs me now!
Away I toss my sword, and to this world- I take a bow.