Gentle Soldier

Marches on
Smoking
to a No music song

I wait
coming in from
my outside

See a shimmer cloud
and copper eyes sitting
far behind

A dark helm
Cast a shadow
beaming 2 headlights
Into the night
In  to
the night

my man, marching on on
To the same old song

damsel in distress
don’t appear
until he crests
Hills of a darkened plane
And his plain girl
All a resurrection of what
Happened here

But I’m still here