Tears of a soldierby J. Randal Matheny © 2011

The Battle of Unnumbered Tears
Was fiercely fought upon a field,
Where neither side would give or yield,
And neither heard the victors’ cheers.

Hard against the Whitened Downs,
Struck man and beast his match and pair;
Horses’ hooves cleaved heavy air,
From royal heads fell regal crowns.

The greening slopes were ground and churned,
As armies’ met to mete their worst;
Soldiers, downed, on dying cursed,
Ambitions bled and hopes were burned.

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The title and first line come from J.R.R. Tolkein’s book, The Silmarillion. My poem has nothing to do with his book or the battle mentioned therein. It was suggestive of an idea, which I ran with.

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