413. The Winter Soldiers
Unafraid of freezing rain, sleet, and the fury of the winter storm,
The winter soldiers march forward through snow drifts and over ice,
Like an enemy they fight off blizzard winds, and frigid cold to keep warm,
They do it all for honor and glory, are more than willing to pay the price.
Wrapped tightly in bear coats, and wearing gloves insulated with fur,
The warriors cover their faces against the fierce northern winds blow,
They struggle to see through aching eyes that are reddened to a blur,
With each and every step they curse their white nemesis, called snow.
Through valleys they trek, reaching rivers choked with dangerous ice floes,
They cut logs with their axes, tie them tightly together to make stable rafts,
Across these partially blocked waters each intrepid warrior mightily rows,
Picking their way carefully among the ice with their hastily made crafts.
Up steep slippery mountains they climb to reach it's craggy heights,
And through deep dangerous avalanche zones they warily tread,
Above these winter soldiers, in the night sky, dance the Northern Lights,
While the eyes of the scavengers wait patiently to feast on the dead.
Down the mountain side they march single file through a pass,
Spread out into a shield wall when they finally reach the valley floor,
Their enemy stands before them, they have gathered en masse,
Both sides have come to fight, the mighty battle begins with a roar.
They crash together in the middle of the valley like the waters of a flood,
Their screams echo through the hills, as many are maimed and killed,
The pristine beauty of the pure white snow, is stained red with their blood,
Honor and glory is won this day by the winter soldier's blood that is spilled.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.