The Sleepers' Hopes Poem by Darnaryel Fantaisie

Tonight we're dining in heaven I've been told
The fight is right and the sleepers are wrong
They are flying high and taking my thoughts
Them, my son, my love and my mum


Sleeping soldiers all over the floor
They're young and old, known or not
Solid images I can literally see through
Next to me, you keep on singing that song


I wonder if you still remember what we're fighting for
And I've been wondering for three hours, maybe four
While we were charging and taking away the sleepers' hopes
For a future, for an after, for a maybe, for a tomorrow


The whistle suddenly covers my thoughts and your song
This is another form of song, one of fear and sorrow
I see your eyes, wondering if we'll meet again or not
If yesterday night's was our last meal of all


All I can think of right now is that last play with my son
Then we were running and laughing like there were no tomorrow
Now we are running and shutting up else they'll be no tomorrow
Going fast, following no direction, getting scratches, staying low


The whistle stops but it's not good what follows
The crack, the boom, the shrik and the pow
The shards, the mud, the flames and stones
Are felt but only visible when the smoke falls


There starts again that song of yours
You say it's for some courage and force
But I can literally see through you too
And I know we just took away your hopes

A.O.D.