I’m so cold

My hands, drenched 

In red, 

Not clay

Where my heart is tethered to

I tremble 

My rifle, my crutch

Its bore, empty

As my heart is, too 

And there I rest

In freedoms breast,

And now I die. 

Looking unto the dark

Of a forbidding sky

Rest they say!!

Tomorrow is another day!!

And you’ll be fine to join your company

But then I die

Politely -then I die

With no mercy

But no longer so, thirsty