Through fires, smoke, the stench of bombs, the moon was blue
Alone, dazed, shell shocked, grieving, my heart was too.
But that’s understated, my heart was shattered, my life destroyed.
They bombed the hell out of my beautiful city and killed my Anastasia
My sweet angel, my love who had accepted my proposal of marriage
Before the bombs fell and turned the city and our love into rubble
My world in a war without her a godforsaken, war-torn hell.
Crazed with rage I march into battle to avenge my sweet angel
Anastasia.
Nothing left, my life over, like an insane Viking berserker I’ve lost my fears
The enemy troops fear dying, but I don’t, a noble death with
Anastasia.
It’s all I have left. I’m an empty corpse marching through
This dystopian nightmare of dead people and dead dreams.
With the cadence of a thousand determined boots marching
To war under a blue moon that’s disheartened as I am too.
Bombs exploding around me, I fight the battle unconcerned
Like a bulletproof immortal protected by the gods of war.
The battle ends; we win; still alive I collapse on the burnt ground
And cry countless tears for my sweet angel, my love, my wife
Anastasia.
Bob Boyd
