((Hello my poet friends. It has been many a day ere my last entry…This is from the point of view from a young man, whom had just married his bride a few days before…))

As we were gathered up, fear ran down my back
All I knew, was our lands, they were under attack

We were told to hurry, not a moment to spare
They wouldn’t tell us anything, who, or where

I was handed a shield, to keep me alive
I listened to the hunger, of the enemy’s strive

They wanted us dead, not one remain
To take all the wounded, to tourture and detaine

It was dark out, and hard to see
They wouldn’t let me go home, no matter my plee

I was afraid, and scared for my life
I worried mostly, for my new wife

We did not have children, she did not come to bare
We wanted to wait for that joy, for us both to share

But now I may not, get to hold her once more
We have been lead to the enemy, to their smight, and lore

As I trench in my boots, slowly with ease
I think of my wife, if she were to be seized

I erased the thought, and kept walking on
We marched through the night, and into the dawn

Only to find, bodies scattered
Peices of clothing, torn and tattered

We had arrived too late, they took us by surprise
We are lucky to be here yet, and be alive

I turn around, to see a fire high
It is set upon our village, they had sneaked us by

They tricked us into leaving, to get us out
So all we could hear were the woman’s shout

We stood and watched, we couldn’t do a thing
I clenched on my hand, on my wedding ring

The fire died down, and we had to return
to come back to our village and see it burn

We walked in fear on the path ahead
Picturing my wife’s body….I walked in dread