The Lone Survivor Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The Lone Survivor



The sound of bugles dins so loud at last,
The cavalry must be approaching near,
Thank God that here, no more do cannons blast,
When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear;
And not a stir from all the dead around,
My friends and foes, that lay all splayed and still,
Had I not fled this fateful battleground,
My guts would also scatter on the fill;
But then, to glory where the others died,
This flag would be defiled held by my hand,
False History might have me glorified,
As lone surviving hero of my band;
......Before greatness would soon to me extend,
......I have to leave, deserter till the end.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: battle,soldier
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Some soldiers in the battlefield become deserters when cowardice prevails. But upon returning to his mother unit afterwards after a change of heart, the deserter finds the battlefield silent and all wiped out, friends and foes alike. As the cavalry arrives, he is wary that he might get proclaimed as hero by History, being the only survivor. And as they say, 'dead men tell no tales' which means the real story may not be told, after all, all witnesses being dead. So, if virtue prevails, he must be the deserter that he is and leave, to redeem himself.
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