To those who can see the Sun Rise…

Within my Dreams, I tour Ancient Battlefields,
The catacombs of the Dead and the graves of our Fallen
Comrades long perished.

Forceful winds blow, and my soul is chilled away;
My Hunger lies within.

Solidarity.. my companions and I, raise an equal cry;
But no raging Tempest, nor stalwart gale, can obscure
The visions granted me by the merciful, yet
Vengeful Gods.

Between the intermittent flashing Thunder, I see
In the flickering light of Heaven, my Comrades ghosts
Upon the heavy stones which Imprison me;
Their shadows consume my very thoughts, the very
Essence of me.

Their Spirits comfort me, as they
Dance Upon my Heart.
As I strain my eyes into the darkness upon the walls
I hear a Death call a death song
My prayer is for more than strength to endure;
And that I should somehow be delivered from these
Two Hells.

My Heart speaks within of Past Life;
And in the distance, I can hear them calling.
From whatever age or season,
My Blood tied to theirs.

When all my Comrades sing their Battle Hymns
And resound off these craven dark walls,
My Heart is lifted up, and begins anew, the melding of
Purpose, Harmony..and this,
To Nourish my Soul.

Frank L DeSilva 1986-2006