Ballad Of The Mournful Soldier

Title: Ballad of the Mournful Soldier

Author: Stephanos

It was a dark and dreary day,

When two armies clashed.

Swords and spears rent shields and flesh,

And throats and bellies slashed.

And in the fight, a hero bold,

Brave and proud and strong,

Kept up the fight against the foe,

Though that fight was long.

As the fog of battle cleared,

Under the Golden Sun,

The warrior, he stood alone,

At great cost, he'd won.

The warrior limped off the field,

Soaked in crimson gore,

Past mangled friends and family,

"Never again," he swore.

"This war, it was too long and hard,

So full of tears and strife,

I can't believe I helped to cause,

Such loss of human life."

Hearing the soldier's mournful cry,

The bodies of the dead,

Rose up as one, and turned about,

In whispered voices said:

"How dare you stand alive and mourn

While we lie rotting here

We died to bring you victory,

When defeat was near.

We did not die to end all war

We died so we could win.

Go forth and sieze the spoils of war,

and give them to our Kin."

The Bodies fell back into death, leaving him alone.

He gathered up the treasures from he field,

And crying, left for home.