We Who Walked With Death

Friends walk together, and lovers

Fingers entwined in knowing caress

Breathless whispers of moments past

Linger, as the light fades.

 You and I my friend,

Have walked this bitter path

While stars and silence bear witness

Of Death’s shadow hand in hand-

Our own resigned acceptance

Heavy on the wind.

There is a Look,

A visage unique to those that have walked with Death

A hauntedness,

 Or better yet,

A knowing-

Those who have felt death’s hand recognize

That Look in others.

It is a kinship,

An unwanted registration into the ranks

Of Those Who Have Walked with Death.

Somehow the soul has been touched,

Gifted with a glimpse of the fragility of existence,

The very edge of eternity’s vast cosmos.

We will forever cherish the Gift of Life

And value it in a way few will ever know.

Bear the torch, my friend.

Light the path, so that others may follow

And hope

As we continue the path towards the

Light.

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As the Voice of the Veteran Community, The Havok Journal seeks to publish a variety of perspectives on a number of sensitive subjects. Unless specifically noted otherwise, nothing we publish is an official point of view of The Havok Journal or any part of the U.S. government.