Martyr Sonnet
The wind refreshes my feeble body,
My wrist and ankles restrain my movement,
For my spirit I have no custody,
To my dreadful state no acknowledgment,
My fellow warrior perseverance
Is loosing the battle with fiendish pain,
To my future I give no acceptance,
Martyr for my cause treason I abstain,
Now time is the greatest adversary,
On a crucifix I will leave this Earth,
Through death I will live on legendary,
I’m certain of a subsequent rebirth,
One who fulfills their goals without restraint,
Will be remembered and honored, a saint.