Not to end till day is done
Closer, closer he gallops onward
Sweat flies from beneath his brow
He never wonders if he is right
Seeing his foe before him now
Eyes raise to the heavens
A cross held tight in fingertips
He asks for strength to help him through
A silent prayer upon his lips
The battle fought these noble men
This war is over men have died
All for naught all for none
In a twinkling of an eye
With the flash of a thousand lives
On and on from ancient lore
Man forever takes from man
So war will rage forever more
What fools we mere mortals be
We think this struggle has an end
Our lives are but specks in eternity
This war will end to begin again
Copyright © 1998 By Sheila Lynn
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