Thou Pure-Blooded Beast

The sky is set ablaze with embers, most radiant,

And light thy placid life, with fire.

Swept away in the tumultuous waves of melancholy, moving against the gradient,

Yet, thy heart beats on, whilst bruised and tired.

Every step thou taketh, doth thy nemesis meet,

Nonetheless, you lionhearted beast, march to defeat.

Though young and promising, O gallant knight

Lay down thy threescore years and ten, for country’s right.

Thou stout-hearted soldier, art consummate grace,

Flawless in the art of Ballet.

As thou dance gracefully to the grim notes,

Of the cold-blooded symphony of conflict with a brave face.

Battle and strife art a part of thy everyday fare,

thou art engulfed in melancholy and despair.

Albeit, your sedulous persistence, doth radiate,

And illuminate the darkest corners of the desolate and daunted.

As you close your eyes, ensheathe those noble jewels,

Place a period on the tale of thy priceless life.

I hope thou remembers, I pray thou doth not forget,

They abdicate, inspires the spark in another.

Thou valiant soldier, thou pure-blooded beast, doth honour deserve,

Of every creature, who doth on this earth observe.