A satin moonbeam brushes forth against the dawn,
The scarlet starlight sings its morning song.
Against the wind a flock of swans go flying on
While beneath, the silent soldier strolls along.
So simply senseless death remains:
A crimson hawk with shining claws,
A sudden storm with silken rains,
A feeding hound with bloody jaws,
A bleeding heart with empty veins...
There's more in the middle that I have to dredge up someday... :^)
yet hope and faith still remain somewhere left between joy and pain we find the courage to proceed we look to life although we bleed