The Soldier

Defying Death, better, its fear,

The warrior braves out in laughter,

With a mind crystal clear,

And no fear of slaughter,

What* can outvalue life?

Perhaps another's? Or those of many?

Conscience? A strife?

A fellow's order? Or for a manmade boundary?

What do they value over life?

A salary?

To support parents, children or a wife?

Glory?

And for this, they risk what?

Life - a mystery that none can plot

A happening in Nature that concerns a me I know not

A me whose destruction can reduce my world to naught

What world can one save when his own crumbles?

And yet he takes a step that no one else would

What does he trust, so brave and humble?

Where will he go, when his body drops dead?

Racing along the way of flesh, forgetting age,

Outwitting Death, the mightiest of dreads,

Yet humbling it and calming its rage,

So in shame It cringes and hangs down its head

So what drove Death away? Something someone said?

A quote, a belief? Faith, insanity, or an epic confrontation?

What did they do or believe, that Death Itself fled?

In any case, attaining the greatest liberation

While some such angels rise above man,

Others choose to sink below,

Slaying brothers of their own clan,

Heartlessly, with no mercy for a fellow

Yet, upon conquering the ultimate foe,

By trick, by fair play or by some untellable means,

He retains an eternal, fierce glow,

Invincible and fearless even in his teens

No limited man can strike him down,

With brains or with arms,

For he has risen above fright,

Valiant, clear and bold.

Written between 2:30am and 4:30am on 28.2.2016 (27th night)

*"Died for a cause" - sounds nice when you write it down, but what it implies is unthinkable
This one is mildly forced, it's more a partial feeling that got stuck somewhere between my heart and pen.. But I had to squirt it out..