And he sat on a hill
tired of walking,
hide and
survive

The weather was good
the flowers were beautiful
the sun was soft
the wind somewhat nostalgic

He didn't take off his
helmet
and
saw dimly
The horizon

He was bleeding
of hope
faith &
life

He remembered how magnificent
of his life

The Lady of the Shore
and her eyes
along with her smile
something he would no
longer see

He remembered fallen friends
the fleeting promises and
the good food


The sun sets in the distance
the...