The Silent Story

A poem about how a regiment of soldiers chooses to meet their fate.

The Silent Story

Going through the rubble,
It is easy to see,
Someone got in trouble,
Death came for free,

You needn't see the bodies,
The broken standard will do,
It's sight creates quick stories,
One of which is true,

The men were running hard,
From a foe they couldn't kill,
When the commander and the guard,
Realized things were ill,

Their men were getting slow,
Their enemy getting near,
The commander then did show,
They will die, it is clear,

The men took one last stand,
This last part you must hear,
All that's left of them,
Is the standard that's laying here.