Another thought of thy one of night
Whom never thought would put up a fight.
Thou young sir creeping along the path
Always visible in the wrong turn's wrath.
Lurking amongst thou fellow man
Bringing those willing to fight who can.
Teary eyes clearly sought out by thy name
Grouping those whose thoughts lingered the same.
Running swiftly to those who bear arm
Frightening those who he does harm.
Quiet attack sought out by he
The revenge of thy death of the general to be.
Crack of thou rifle whose revenge sought first
The men in deep thought of their aweful curse.
Hiding away, some cringe with guilt
Bringing thy shelter they have nearly built.
A sudden blow snaps them back
Stumbling by those whose possesions they lack.
Hiding away with fear as they huddle near by
The field of dark despair of a full blown sigh.
The point of no return has crossed through their head
Thy witness of those who are truly dead.
They hold onto faith as the time finally past
As they headed for their home a moment at last.