I walk slowly down the path
Along with my love, my woman, hand in hand.
Her light, pale skin is pure and flawless,
Like a long evening's first morning light.

We have smiles together as we walked
Her smile rivaled that of Aphrodite.
I could never stop myself from thinking of her,
And I never shall, for as long as I live.

But now, the Queen's army has called me up.
Now other men and I were sent over.
Into the trenches deep, of the vast land,
A beautiful land scarred by trenches and death.

When I peer over, the crater-ridden land,
I watched the distant town burning bright,
Brighter than Lucifer's Lake of Fire,
Screaming silently of Hades' cold grasp.

I watch our shells fly through the sky,
I listen as the Five-Nines go over.
I sit, pressing harder against my trench,
Thinking of my Aphrodite, far at home.

I think about her pearly white smile,
And her big, beautiful eyes, her blue eyes.
I would run for her, a hundred miles.
I'd fight for her, till I fall down and die.