Martyr

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.