deathly rest

the bell tolls
inexorably it tolls
against the overcast sky
imposing itself on the scant horizon.

the sweet aroma of death
is sleep disguised
rest personified
to the war-wearied caught
between two man's vaulting ambitions.

peace is beautiful
or so they say
at what price?

they do not always make sense
but they just know they have to do it.
exploiting the selfless pretext
the safe confines
for their selfish agendas
their quests for marty-dom.