(A poem dedicated to a fallen hero, PFC Edel Llamas PA) <br /> <br />As the clouds clear up the sky, we travel, <br />No willing soul would've dared a rumble; <br />No course at present can make a future <br />As your last stand carry on others' lives: <br />You pelted a counter-rain of fires, blocks apart <br />Hitting bits of unseen opposite's counterpart. <br /> <br />While you saw the fiery pellets hit your soul, <br />You seemed unperturbed, no feeling of sensing pain; <br />You continued bursting up your last tranche; <br />As you laid down your breast in slow motion crest, <br />You flash a stained smile to friends' surprise shift <br />Your glorious downfall, while creeping to a cave safe. <br /> <br />No! Shouted one but the other held a grasp: <br />He saw you down posthumously drained on grass, <br />He said, it would've been mine, but he took it, <br />Carving a painful vanity as he laid down to rest: <br />The scene was unprecedented, in solemn berth <br />As heavy rains of fire bit the man to the earth! <br /> <br />The counting of shots, yes, twenty-one, matters not <br />Of fire's enfeebling hero's count as many as I'd recall: <br />I just say, my friend, all I can offer is a teary smile'r sigh, <br />As your face is fading out deep into the mud, resting. <br />My heart aches in much devotion and longing for sure <br />In the days to come, I'd be like you: still and pure. <br /> <br />Rains of fire, yes, that arrow-like pierce embed me too! <br />In your breast it drawn turbid marks, or mulled big pins. <br />We know one day, when luck no longer gives us favor, <br />we'd feel equally same fiery pain, as your soul's succor <br />in short breathe, in-split of dear seconds breathe, I say: <br />Yes, a soldier you are, a dear friend we can't forget easy. <br /> <br />©Geopoet<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rains-of-fire-then-death/
