P.O.W.
Training commences before i feel the warmth from the suns glare
No peace treaties in combat or agreements of alliance
Their kind are not to be trusted from their previous defiance
Beguiled by the serpent they lead us astray
Enticing words piercing the spirit causing disarray
Lord forbid I step on the battlefield without Your protection
Imagine a weapon aimed, beautiful black complexion
Fragrance more consuming than the scent of gun powder
Arms wrap around you, like triggers squeezed to devour
Crafted from the earth only to one day penetrate your heart
Escaping with scars alone your either blessed or a coward to depart
I've heard a many war stories, seldom heroes I can recall
war crimes & treason are many of my comrades downfall
Wayward from my platoon I venture behind enemy lines
A hunter seeking prey I have no limitations,free from my confines
I initiate a conflict, chivalry is still existent
Perplexed that the return of fire is equal to mine & persistent
Chest on fire as an armor piercing bullet spins clockwise into my heart
However, your countenance drops in disbelief at the bullet you didn't outsmart
Both staggering before we fall, grasp me as I cling to you
Bound to one another until the war is over; POW
