Titans of Shadow [S0UL.]

Throug A Glass And Darkley<br><br>Through the travail of the ages,<br>Midst the pomp and toil of war,<br>Have I fought and strove and perished<br>Countless times upon this star.<br><br>In the form of many people<br>In all panoplies of time<br>Have I seen the luring vision<br>Of the Victory Maid, sublime.<br><br>I have battled for fresh mammoth,<br>I have warred for pastures new,<br>I have listed to the whispers<br>When the race trek instinct grew.<br><br>I have known the call to battle<br>In each changeless changing shape<br>From the high souled voice of conscience<br>To the beastly lust for rape.<br><br>I have sinned and I have suffered,<br>Played the hero and the knave;<br>Fought for belly, shame, or country,<br>And for each have found a grave.<br><br>I cannot name my battles<br>For the visions are not clear,<br>Yet, I see the twisted faces<br>And I feel the rending spear.<br><br>Perhaps I stabbed our Savior<br>In His sacred helpless side.<br>Yet, I've called His name in blessing<br>When after times I died.<br><br>In the dimness of the shadows<br>Where we hairy heathens warred,<br>I can taste in thought the lifeblood;<br>We used teeth before the sword.<br><br>While in later clearer vision<br>I can sense the coppery sweat,<br>Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery<br>When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.<br><br>Hear the rattle of the harness<br>Where the Persian darts bounced clear,<br>See their chariots wheel in panic<br>From the Hoplite's leveled spear.<br><br>See the goal grow monthly longer,<br>Reaching for the walls of Tyre.<br>Hear the crash of tons of granite,<br>Smell the quenchless eastern fire.<br><br>Still more clearly as a Roman,<br>Can I see the Legion close,<br>As our third rank moved in forward<br>And the short sword found our foes.<br><br>Once again I feel the anguish<br>Of that blistering treeless plain<br>When the Parthian showered death bolts,<br>And our discipline was in vain.<br><br>I remember all the suffering<br>Of those arrows in my neck.<br>Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage<br>As I died upon my back.<br><br>Once again I smell the heat sparks<br>When my Flemish plate gave way<br>And the lance ripped through my entrails<br>As on Crecy's field I lay.<br><br>In the windless, blinding stillness<br>Of the glittering tropic sea<br>I can see the bubbles rising<br>Where we set the captives free.<br><br>Midst the spume of half a tempest<br>I have heard the bulwarks go<br>When the crashing, point blank round shot<br>Sent destruction to our foe.<br><br>I have fought with gun and cutlass<br>On the red and slippery deck<br>With all Hell aflame within me<br>And a rope around my neck.<br><br>And still later as a General<br>Have I galloped with Murat<br>When we laughed at death and numbers<br>Trusting in the Emperor's Star.<br><br>Till at last our star faded,<br>And we shouted to our doom<br>Where the sunken road of Ohein<br>Closed us in it's quivering gloom.<br><br>So but now with Tanks a'clatter<br>Have I waddled on the foe<br>Belching death at twenty paces,<br>By the star shell's ghastly glow.<br><br>So as through a glass, and darkly<br>The age long strife I see<br>Where I fought in many guises,<br>Many names, but always me.<br><br>And I see not in my blindness<br>What the objects were I wrought,<br>But as God rules o'er our bickerings<br>It was through His will I fought.<br><br>So forever in the future,<br>Shall I battle as of yore,<br>Dying to be born a fighter,<br>But to die again, once more.<br><br><br><br>Passivley Recruiting Honest People with Real Lives.<br>Experts in all fields. Pilots of Every Race. Isk Incentives for Tasks Completed. Started by Friends, only recruiting other Friendly People.<br><br>If your interested please join our Public channel: Odens Eye<br>Suspicious People are booted. State if you are an alt.<br><br><br>(dedicated to Midnight Imp, ty imp for getting the ball rolling)