reload your arms..
fighter of trend..
and the fields of blood
you could save at loss
or call at the hiss of attack
..you would have been kind
that heart of yours is fragile
woven in glass and tired reed
spoken to a careless life
...that would cease like the last note
played at the piano concert..
swift yet so sweet
stealing the sweat of emotion
and the gasp of a soul...
feeling all the oxygen flee
as life comes from embrace
..the soldiers glide