Solider or Lover

What sweet name,

Do I hear?

Cross the mountains,

Oh so near,


Lovely wisps of her voice,

Sang across the battleground,

Where fools fight for honor,

Of which we taste the sound,


Who’s untimely grace,

Who stumbles against her will,

That can sing the songs,

That fill me with such a thrill,


A fool is what I be,

For the love I feel,

Beatings never stop it,

I feel I have been sealed,


What shall I do?

For soon I fight with fools,

Stained my hands shall be,

Accursed, Blasted, Rules!


If my hands are stained,

I’d sully her hands and face,

For which I’ve grown to love,

Not even to save the race,


Her light blue eyes,

That sing to me so clear,

Across the heavens ,

Only do I hear,


Is it such my family’s curse,

To woo women away,

Only to have them turned,

So merry are they gay,


Such thoughts roam my mind,

No barrier they feel by time,

As I march with brothers,

To fight the enemy, the swine,


For years I remember,

So clear they flash behind my eyes,

Where blood is coated with blood,

Where I broke my ties,


Have you ever heard,

Of a traitor to his life,

As he struck down the father,

Of his fantasized wife,


Now as an old withered man ,

The battle rages on,

Inside my mind,

Where my love was a con.