by Wayne W AOR
I have thoughts I can’t express,
In words I don’t yet know;
About a Land that’s best,
To which I’m soon to go.
Lying in the mud,
A sword wound in my gut;
I remember all that’s good;
The Norns have made their cut.
With brothers I fought and fell,
But the foe has won this field;
To our folk we bid you tell,
We stood, we did not yield.
Realisation dawns,
We wait with baited breath;
We know our family mourns,
The doorway Home is Death.
Note
The shift from 1st person singular to 1st person plural is deliberate; intended to signify a realisation that the individual becomes completely aware that he/she is actually part of a whole.