пспспс ... очень горжусь этим стихом . Брала вдохновение на написание с Guts and Blackpowder !!

The sun will set, the night will rise,
The moon will light the darkening skies.
The dead shall wake, return to life,
From ash and fire, from pain and strife.

My youth has flowed, a river fast,
A young stream running to the past.
And by the porch, I freeze and stare
Into a ghoul's unblinking glare.

A glassy gaze, the teeth in blood,
He stands where once my childhood stood.
And suddenly—look there, oh god,
My brother walks upon this sod!

The grass turns green, a hopeful spark,
Yet your departure leaves me dark.
My personal world is pitch-black hell,
A rebel drowning in a well,
Uncomforted, an empty shell.

The fog stands like a solid wall,
Oh Lord, goodbye, receive my call!
A nod, a kiss upon the cheek,
It is your captive soul I seek.

And grasping musket with both hands,
I'll fight for you in ruined lands!
I do not care if wounds run deep,
My own self-loathing makes me weep.

A vital lesson now is learned:
To whom should greater fear be turned?
The soldiers shout: "Blight-infected!"
I say—from morals disconnected.

#GutsandBlackpowder