Never yield before the wind
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When the wind is cold and dark
and the beasts surround you
like the ravenous feasting of vultures
and the sky is dark like the evil
of our world unsurpassed..
Fear not my brave paladin,
my standard bearer of yore
now affixed with the armor
of the new, and the soul of the few.
There will come a time
where your burnished gun
will be raised in defence of the few
who chose to stand with you
against the tide of unspeakable acts
all unhindered and unheralded.
As Durendal was the right hand of Roland
now a plasma powered weapon of mystical might
shares your soul.
Wield this into battle,
and when the night falls
around you and covers you
God be with you brave Marine,
for you bleed for freedom
and for humanity unclothed
like a fragile baby.
Stand tall upon the wall
and may your diamond lance scythe
the ones who would ruin this world
into the despondancy of defeat.
Be strong,never yield before the wind,
And if you find yourself alone,
riding through green fields
with the sun on your face,
O not be troubled,
for you are in
Heaven,
and are already dead.
Let the last bolt fly,
the last warhead explode
into a flower of a million stars
and fear not,
for what you have done in life
will be echoed throughout eternity. -
This is the first time I read your poem without referring to the dictionary.
Is this poem about Good and Evil in generally? Or maybe it is about the situation in Iraq?
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It's about the moral dilemma and the loyalty that is tested by the members of the armed forces as they attempt to carry out their duty in this very fickle world.
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dup.