The Flower Of War Poem by David Musoke

Shackled by fate, his sword grows heavier in his hands
Cries of his kinsmen fill the night air as death shows his hand
A tear of regret drops on its soft petals as he is taunted by shadows of despair and whispers of silence
She was always before him even as chaos overtook their world
Her smile brought colour to his dull world
Her scent and beauty unmatched in their world....a fading world
Darkness had overshadowed his world as death's metallic hand embraced his soul
With his eyes' last light he beheld it, a flower with only one rival
He smiled as his soul embraced its scent
The beautiful scent of its petals was a scent of hope
In time it blossomed, its scent filling the land
The dark night was but a memory of salvation to come