Colin F. Jones


Eventually someone else will come,
I will not know this paradise for long,
So I must do all that must be done,
And cast my spirit into deathly song.
I must face the truth that I will die,
Yet my honour I must still defend
All who live within my loving eye,
For I am the warrior on whom they will depend.
Soothing winds blow this passing day,
But tomorrow clouds will gather in a storm,
And I will rise to challenge their array,
Knowing that I’ll see no other dawn.
And those beyond my term of life will cry,
For one by one their warriors will die.