Those Now Sleep Forever

So still I remain beneath the stars.
Their transient majesty blankets the sullen.
The sound of the complacent tranquility whispers into my 
deafened ears.
How fragile and taciturn, the breath of the night: a 
disturbance amongst us in wake of my stir.
My rest will in frustration wait as I have promised to 
shepherd my brothers.
Beneath obsidian skies, I am compelled only through 
stubborn nature.
I think only to harbor the adulation that in flames of 
passion or war will never burn.
The discordant winds of war, its acrid scent stinging my 
eyes, can never blind the love I possess.
And in silence have I sworn to remain ardent and 
impassioned.
And may no enemy encircling lay hands upon which I so 
feverishly love.
I shall never abandon you, so speak not a word not another 
word.
I'll be right here by your side.
Though the burdened crown of weight upon weakened column 
shall end.
I with dying breath have appeased this macerating creation 
by human hands.
Oh how glorious the silence, all iniquities bereaved as it 
descends to Earth on this most shameless of evenings.
I will never know another night to be the same.
May the resonating word of this memory burn brighter than 
the spirit of my youth: that I perished the last of 
vitality
so that others may persist so that my brothers may live on.