Sergeant Kamyr
How many men would be standing today, how many men would we have lost?
Without the training that you put us through what would be the true battle cost.
You took us when we were as green as fresh leaves,
You drilled and you trained and you roared.
But you kept our hands on the hilts of our swords
When we faced the Nosta Ka hoards.
I do not lament you, although I will miss you.
You died as you lived with your sword firm in your hand.
Your words still inspire me, and your spirit moves onwards,
Though your bones lie lost and alone in a far distant land.
I remember the last time I saw you alive, arrayed in your raiment of war.
You strode through the lines under Avalon’s sun to remind us of what we fought for.
We thought we were facing our nightmare’s worst fears
On that once-quiet field of Belec,
But nothing prepared us for the horrors we faced
When our whole world dissolved and went black.
I do not lament you, although I will miss you.
You died as you lived with your sword firm in your hand.
Your words still inspire me, and your spirit moves onwards,
Though your bones lie lost and alone in a far distant land.
Alone now we drift through the plains of the void, never knowing what fate holds in store.
The training you gave keeps us from loosing hope, even though you are with us no more.
We do what we can to protect those we meet,
Never shirking from battle or war.
And we pray to St. Cuthbert that one day He will bring us back home to Avalon’s shore.
I do not lament you, although I will miss you.
You died as you lived with your sword firm in your hand.
Your words still inspire me, and your spirit moves onwards,
Though your bones lie lost and alone in a far distant land.
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(OC Author - Bria McAllister)