The Soldier and the Crane

The Soldier and the Crane

The Soldier’s Last Wish

Dragging over mounds of the flesh and blood
Blindly looking up ahead there, I trod
Ravens and crows in the sky assemble
in drones of feathers and vaunts

Shattered and sheared of the guise of laud
dripping of the spoils on the sultry mud 
My horse just as lost as his master
In battle,
Together we walked on and on

The once shining sword now rusted
Tainted with rivalry
The chaste and holy purposes
Are marred by sinful greed

The badly wounded soldier was nearing his death. As he approached a river in the middle of a forest, he fell dying upon the grass. His horse nudged the soldier with its nose, begging for him to live. Lifting up his head, the soldier saw a white crane leaning against a tree, trapped by razor teeth clamps on its'leg. Gathering what strength he had left, the soldier freed the bird with his sword. One look at the crane, he whispered and slumped to eternal sleep.

The Gift of the Crane

By the shores of a riverbank I tread with grace
And the fish swim around my wary feet
Watch the clouds kiss the mountain range as they in silence speak
And the trees nudge each other with their leaves
There I wait standing still,
I gaze, waiting till
‘Sun rise to the east and glaze the sky

Crimson tidings to the dark of day
I’ll spread my wings to call the word away
Break the omen written in the stars
Send the oath fulfilled to the one afar.

By the sword, ‘save a life unknown and see a different scene
Where the chained carry freedom on the breeze
Taste the sweet scented natant white against the florid carp
As you dream a sacred world of fantasy

Crimson tidings to the dark of day
I’ll spread my wings to call the word away
Break the omen written in the stars
Send the oath fulfilled to the one afar.