Poetical Musings - 6. In Memoriam

In this haze of green and gray
you stand clad in gentle teardrops
shifting softly in a soughing breeze,
and delicate coats of gold.
In this forest grove you lay
a faceless martyr to rest.

For what have you bartered with his blood?
Did you fetch a bargain with memories
and loves that now may never be?
A silenced voice
cannot sing against the violent night,
can only whisper of the light,
muted by the veil of right,
of duty, need, and war.

The dusky rose of memory you lay
will fade, wither and die
in time among the rows of sentinels,
standing guard;
one more unrealized hero for your legacy.
You are the one who never changes,
while the shadow you cast lengthens,
and grows hungry indeed.