For Percy

He lies upon a bed of glass,

In the broken shade of a blackened tree,

As demons shake the ground

With gouts of flame

And the world turns upside down.

He lies upon a bed of glass,

Undisturbed by the discord of war,

Where bullets burst from powder flares

And sinful rains

Howl with deathly showers of red.

He lies upon a bed of glass

And doesn’t see the skirmish’s end,

Nor hear the rallying cry… “For Percy,”

When their nemesis fell

Beneath the grim wheels of vengeance.

He lies upon a bed of glass

And cannot feel the trembling hands,

Of tearful allies, who sob, “Come back,”

Yet find their anguished pleas to go

Unheard by stagnant ears.

He knows not that he left them behind,

Nor cares where he goes from there,

He abandoned all worry

As his soul spilt upon the battlefield,

Where he lies upon a bed of glass… asleep.