More Poetry

My god, I'm turning into a poet! Molly, if I end up wearing berets and moving to France, I will see to it that your blood is spilt upon the earth! Ok, not really.

So here it goes, another attempt at poetry...

Twilight settles in after
a long day's night.
In the midst of battle,
a soldier is wounded, down.

He searches to find the one
who did him harm.
As he looks, he finds he
was hit with an empty shell.

His assailant came and left;
Finished the task.
The soldier, stunned, asks, "Why?"
Hearing no one, he looks 'round...

As the soldier rights himself,
the war keeps on.
He returns to the field.
Through faux pain, he starts to yell:

"My cup runs over, Lord! I can
not continue!"
And God replied saying,
"Child, this was just the start.

"As you continue on your quest,
your enemy will
once again confront you.
You are to learn a lesson."

The soldier remained, thinking of
what he had heard.
He reasoned, "Sleeping with
the enemy is an art."

With this wisdom he departed,
to continue
on his way. There will be
other fights that must be won.

Wow, now I've gone to metaphor. I think I've lost all normalcy that I ever held on to.