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    The screams through my ears stream and spill
    In the wake of the thud and smash
    And spurt and squelch of War's ill will
    And Death's dark doom as the pair dash
    And slash through my comrades in arms.
    The air is thick with stinks and reeks;
    Each heavy breath my breast alarms
    As through the haze, grim War's scythe streaks;
    To him flesh yields; from him blood runs
    In spurts to match a heart that beats
    Within Fear's grasp and starts and stuns
    The rush that throngs my head and heats
    My skin. The stench, the sights, the roar;
    They whittle my wits sharp and keen,
    To guide me through the fog of War,
    And cue my part in the next scene.

    Before the curtain falls on me,
    A moment of your time, I pray.
    Just one, sweet Peace, come visit me
    Amidst the fury of the fray,
    And turn my eyes to sumptuous sights
    Of fleeting heaven; grassy glades
    And beds of flowers on sun-kissed heights.
    My ears to the strains of cascades
    And trickling brooks attune anew.
    Flood them with birdsong, make them ring
    With mirth. Plug my nose with the dew
    Of winter morn and hazy spring-
    Forgotten scents of pleasant times
    When my heart like a feather light
    Strummed tender tunes and carefree chimes;
    Free from the tug of flight and fright.

    A Prayer
    For just one moment, Peace, I pray,
    To see Heaven, to hear, to smell
    Sweet bliss before I'm borne away
    By War's tide to the gates of Hell.
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    Last edited by Raoul D'Harmental; 06-07-2020, 10:36 AM.

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    I like the prayer part of this poem. I sincerely believe God will intervene at some time and bring us all to Heaven someday.
    ~ David I, Fox