Outstanding ovation awaits
Our days bygone
Brilliant landscapes traversed
My boots are worn
Decrepit lands encompassed
Foes vanquished
Jubiliant beads of sweat
Cold joy; triumphant
Trumpets’ accolades showered
To gracious coffins
Tears in woe, tears in joy
Wreath reverent
Guns facing heavens, shiver
Shots and drumrolls;
Yonder sun set, scarlet
Nightfall.
Ink Idle 
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