They Wore The Scars Poem by Gerry Legister

Illuminating warriors among the illumination of gloom,
Although we are blind to their illustrious testimonies,
History turn pages of adventure into paved mausoleum,
Which mark their colossal traits through the centuries.

They wore the scars that were precious jewels,
For future dreams of humanity they outshine,
The generation of the wise beyond fools and rules
Battling with self, enemies and distant time.

Warriors came yesterday and paid the ultimate price,
With painful scars, scared on the places they left empty
And remained legends in memory of sacrifice,
By societies who knew the splendour of their duty.

Engrave in stone spirits forever roam in phantom stars,
Long past the barrier grief sorrow already bound,
Within souls lingering names engraved scars and tears
The ageless healing balm for a parting wound.

Inspired from the mind the outcry of fleeting breath,
Force to step aside into another terrestrial realm,
By laying down their earthly crown before icy death
Leave this age to challenge the battle of reincarnation.