For my soldier



I saw a crying winter sky,
The snowflakes dressed in red.
Just like the blood, when soldiers die
On their wounded bed. 

The picture in my eyes was sad,
I prayed to God, in silence.
Some battlefields were fully clad
With fingers, heads and bodies. 

“Oh, save us from this winter frost!” -
They begged me in despair
When their voices sang and cursed
Like bullets through the air. 

I shouted, ”It’s the end of days!
When angels burn their feathers!
If humankind fell from grace
My soldier, nothing matters…”


© Art