Soldier

Darkened the stone-walls of that castle are,
silent witness of many a war that it beheld,
of times when soldiers clad in armour,
their swords up high valiantly they held.
Their hearts bathed in courage and love,
sustained not only their dignity,
but also their brave souls,
for those they would fight for,
were the source of their lives,
their beloved ones.
Their foreheads bathed with sweat,
and a stern look on every face,
their constitution would reflect their strength,
and their hearts so brave,
that their foes with apprehension their hearts they gave,
and the soldiers with resolution,
their enemies they vanquished at all gain,
for in order of victory,
the shed of blood was necessary.
The clattering of swords compounded the music,
and a choir of shrills would envelop the scene,
as if with silk tunic,
and an ungovernable emotion for victory
upon the soldiers' hearts nestled,
boasting their spirits,
and throttling their enemies in temerity.
Many a soldier was wrapped up
in the arms of a final twilight,
and in the fields they fought their lives,
with all their heart, soul and might,
and lamentations for those who were no more
were wept and cried,
for such a valiant endeavour was worth a sacrifice.
In their eyes there shone their strength inside,
and in their hearts was the bravery of all times,
and many a year there would come
to cheer and celebrate all their might,
for they fought with metal,
and with all wit, strength and delight

RQ
Moscow
28/6/10