The mist of dawn that bathes the world in fog of red

Of bloody rays that shan't bode well

Now hath come to great me in the starting day

To laugh with its fiery light

At all my hopes, my dreams, my valor's pride.

An omen of the day to come

That shall hide from sight all that is dear and sweet

Behind the vale of smoke and flame

Behind the ruckus of the canon fire.

The chill of morning – a deluding, fleeting state

As the September sun shall burn and scathe mid-day

As though to match the hell it shall preside over this day.

Come forth, my dear

The time has come to bid farewell

And with the slightest touch of hands convey the lingering thoughts of gentle warmth.

Come near, my love

So I might gaze into thy eyes once more

And seek within their tender grey a solemn vow to always love.

Pray say all that thou had said last night

When as an angel by faintest light of stars thou lit the world

With the ethereal shimmer of your beauty

And the fiery passion of thy promises that ought to not be broken.

Yet as the angel leaves and melts into the starting tumult

And the sun gains it's height in the cloudless, mocking heavens

There is no limit to despair, concern, self pity.

We are the mere pawns on this, the game of kings and God.

A man may love and hate and suffer

And this will notice none, remember none

As Time's relentless coarse leads on.

Have strength and courage my dear one

Beyond the vale lies the battle

After the dawn the hellish heat of the accursed day must follow.

Do not be fooled by boyish dreams of grandeur

They are but false facades and as insidious as a temptress may be.

Have heart, dear one

For now we part and as of our meeting I do not dare think

Innocents falls first, the brightest star the first to burn.

Yet if by heaven's grace thou again I shall see

I shall forego all utterances of love no more

As I draw thy slender frame to me.