Sentinels Death

Sentinels bleeding deathbed,
terraine that he once defended,
now sings the tune of taps,
embracing him in its wrap.

Bier and dirge fill the air,
bullets everywhere,
as he closes his eyes,
in Gods care.

Valor speaks,
as he growls weak,
in ardor and sigh,
on his final goodbye.

He breathes a final prayer,
hallowed in his verdant grave,
leaves sway like waves,
as if blessing his way.

Tears of heaven descend,
embalming his soul,
a blessing trend,
an angel was sent.


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