Death of the Commander

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In battle's roar, where valor holds sway,
A hero fell, a commander's dismay.
With sword in hand, he led the charge,
But fate's cruel hand dealt him a barrage.

Oh, death of the commander, a blow so deep,
The army weeps, their hearts they weep.
Their beacon extinguished, their guide gone astray,
As darkness descends on this fateful day.

His voice once thundered, inspiring the brave,
Now silenced forever, a soldier's grave.
With wisdom and courage, he led the fight,
But now he lies cold, devoid of light.

Oh, death of the commander, a blow so deep,
The army weeps, their hearts they weep.
Their beacon extinguished, their guide gone astray,
As darkness descends on this fateful day.

In the halls of Valhalla, where heroes reside,
His memory will forever abide.
A legend whispered, a tale to recall,
Of the commander who gave his all.

Shoulder to shoulder, they mourn his loss,
Their spirits heavy, their hopes now tossed.
But in their sorrow, resilience they find,
Honoring his legacy, leaving strife behind.

Oh, death of the commander, a blow so deep,
The army weeps, their hearts they weep.
Their beacon extinguished, their guide gone astray,
As darkness descends on this fateful day.

From the ashes of grief, a flame shall arise,
As the army remembers, their courage never dies.
With every battle they fight, his spirit they'll evoke,
A testament to the commander, whose memory they invoke.