The general coughed; choked by the pungent smoke
His eyes reddened nay swollen by tears withheld
From his vantage point hidden far in the hills
He looked down at his soldiers’ bodies lying awkward
Their souls long left their bodies cold.
His sigh echoed amongst the trees bent to eavesdrop
A vast army lost to the war and the element fear
Shaking like a newborn exposed to the harsh elements
Flashing back to his past victory-a legend afore
created
He heaved, weighed by his manliness and death.
Heart heavy from worry and guilt of dragging in a
friend
To the torments and guilty pleasures of gorged flesh
To the bitter sweet taste of the godly power of
death
To the memories of happiness slowly drained from one
To the edge of a glory whose craving intensifies by the
minute
The smell of smoke now became a visible and
thickening sight
Becoming a backdrop for a vision of a strangely
light filled day
An idle lingering on a straight path without corners
or re-routes
A writing of a memoir weakening him with confusing emotions
A release from his body limp from thought.
A yellow light illuminated the smoke awakening his
senses
His vision slowly becoming a fate to which he was
chained
His blackening body now somewhat blushed by the heat
The general’s dying thoughts whispered to the dry
wispy air
His soul’s judgment beginning by the lick of a flame
