Fleeting Moments

 

Pale sky imbrued 

with blood of bravehearts

as sun shines upon

lifeless bodies 

oblivious to victory.

He stood there,

watching the celebration unfold. 

His soul rejoicing 

and singing

the songs of triumph. 

He did his part,

and he did it well

defending his mother’s virtue,

till the last breath.

Now relieved from his duty,

free from mortal bonds

he cannot help but think

of who and what

he left behind,

Unsaid words,

unfinished love

unexpressed gratitude.

slayed by time. 

A bright light emerges above

he understands the sign,

In these fleeting moments

What does he think?

What does he feel?