A sonnet of war

Frozen mountain paths faces frostbitten
Glazed over eyes, haggard bodies of war
Three lay prone, their last chapter is written
Wondering just if there are anymore

Tracers burn neon streaks across the night
The constant rattle of outgoing fire
Scared as hell doing what we think is right
The dawn breaks over situations dire
Crimson splashes covered by painful screams
Devil’s crosses spray fire down from the sky
Memories that will always plague my dreams
This burden to stay even if I try

Sleep sound America and do not fear
I’ll keep your enemies from getting near