It Ends With Us: A Martyr's Farewell to His Wife

Oh, fairest night, thy darkness hath beset me, and I find myself lost, forsaken, and far from home's sweet solace.

They shall bring me home, enshrouded in the sacred cloth of our forefathers, and I felt the warmth of honor's golden light, and pride's noble mantle, borne aloft upon the stalwart shoulders of mine brothers, mine comrades true.

And, alas! the tidings that shall rend thy heart, O dearest love! They have pronounced my mortal coil, and yet mine heart doth ache, for the anguish thou shalt bear.

For in that final hour, I felt the pangs of death's dark sting, and mine heart did break, thinking of thy tender soul, that shall be torn asunder by grief's cruel hand.

Oh, that it were thy gentle arms that cradled mine head, thy tender touch that soothed mine eyes! I closed them, dearest, and in that moment, I knew 'twas worth the price of life itself.

The light doth fade, and memory's bittersweet flashbacks begin; the vows we made, the knot we tied, fraught with dreams of joy and sorrow's dark hue.

When our little ones awake, tell them of us, of our love's beginnings, and the dreams we wove; bid them love and cherish, as we didst.

Make them proud to call thee mother, and in thine arms, may they find solace, as I didst. Be a father to them for me. And I trust you.

I embark upon the journey whence none return, O dearest! My heart doth ache with longing for thee!
"I love thee all, more than life itself."

Beyond the veil, where eternity reigns, there shall we meet again, O beloved!
This mortal decay, my dearest, It ends with us today!

Farewell, take care!