With fields of green and clouds <br />overhead, the roses of life have died. <br />With gears turning the acts of war| <br />and souls to pay the price, <br />the roses of life have died. <br /> <br />The clarity lost, the valour forgotten, <br />and the honesty a memory from afar. <br />The trust a dying whisper of <br />friendship formed from fires <br />burning in the heart of Fallen Warrior. <br /> <br />The gates opened as the clouds <br />have burst! Gears turning, <br />blood pouring and lives lost <br />to touches of severing cold. <br /> <br />With fields of green and clouds <br />overhead, the roses of life had died. <br />Gears that turned of acts of war <br />and souls had paid the price; <br />the roses of life had died. <br /> <br />Warrior fallen at hands of friend, <br />a brother to stab from behind. <br />The severing cold that pierced his back <br />leaves echoes of blood being spilt. <br /> <br />The fields surround him to carry him <br />home. The clouds give way to <br />shimmering stars that sing <br />unto the knight: <br />“Farewell, brave Warrior, <br />thane hath done well! <br />Go now, home! <br />To fields forever green.” <br /> <br />In fields of green and clouds <br />below, the roses of life have died. <br />The gears of war have turned their last, <br />his soul to pay the price; <br />the roses of life have died.<br /><br />Wynand Johannes Louw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballade-of-warrior-fallen/
