Renagade Soldiers

Hark, ye, the hardened crest of fate
Into the depths of darkness plunge
Heed thy mount, with feigning grace
As night approaches, take foot and run.

Wield thy sword at foes, who's cries,
Come distant to thy ears of death
Lance the scorn of midnight flights
As soldiers take their final breaths.

Among the moans, The angels song
Soothes the parched and hungry feed
Upon the hearts of those who's lost
The fight that hastens the souls to bleed.

Come to the reckless coward's death
Under the moon that strikes the night
Give sorrow it's resigning breath
As innocent children fall from flight.

To each who holds in quivered hands
The sword that gives the right to kill
Remember all in victor's stand
Upon this bloodfested broken field