Happy birthday, Marines!
In honor of our beloved Marine Corps birthday and now Veterans' Day, I'd like to share the following poem that I wrote.
SF,
Camille
(aka YellowRose)
THE HOUNDS OF HELL
By Camille N. Nelsen
The Hounds of Hell
Used to wake him from his sleep
The Hounds of Hell
Were snarling at his feet
The Hounds of Hell
Stole his peace of mind
The Hounds of Hell
Were only Hounds of Time.
The Time now past
Would forever leave its mark
The Time now past
Burned its brand on his heart
The Time now past
No dimmer than before
The Time now past
Was once a day of War.
The days of War
Live vivid in his soul
The days of War
We forget as he grows old
The days of War
Haunt him as no other
The days of War
Turned strangers into brothers.
Beside his Brothers
They fought the Hounds of Hell
Beside his Brothers
Were stories they would tell
Beside his Brothers
War ravaged its ugly pain
Without his Brothers
He'd never be seen again.
Never seen again
No words are spoken here
Never seen again
He seemed to disappear
Never seen again
Until one day the Light
Never seen again
Until he left the Fight.
The Fight long gone
Took its toll in his eyes
The Fight long gone
Betrayed truth into lies
The Fight long gone
Grows weary with his hand
The Fight long gone
Screams silently, THE BAND.
The Band once sealed
The fate of Brotherhood
The Band once sealed
A time of greater good
The Band once sealed
Promises to be kept
The Band once sealed
Their weakness as they wept.
The Weeping still
Comes and goes as it pleases
The Weeping still
Only begs to find the reason
The Weeping now
Binds like no other
The Weeping now
Is amongst this Band of Brothers.
The Band of Brothers
Their stories fight to tell,
The Band of Brothers
Defeated
The Hounds of Hell.
Extremely well composed
Thank you Camille.
Is that published ?
I'd also be interested in the story behind it.
YellowRose;n48796 wrote: Happy birthday, Marines!
In honor of our beloved Marine Corps birthday and now Veterans' Day, I'd like to share the following poem that I wrote.
SF,
Camille
(aka YellowRose)THE HOUNDS OF HELL
By Camille N. NelsenThe Hounds of Hell
Used to wake him from his sleepThe Hounds of Hell
Were snarling at his feetThe Hounds of Hell
Stole his peace of mindThe Hounds of Hell
Were only Hounds of Time.The Time now past
Would forever leave its markThe Time now past
Burned its brand on his heartThe Time now past
No dimmer than beforeThe Time now past
Was once a day of War.The days of War
Live vivid in his soulThe days of War
We forget as he grows oldThe days of War
Haunt him as no otherThe days of War
Turned strangers into brothers.Beside his Brothers
They fought the Hounds of HellBeside his Brothers
Were stories they would tellBeside his Brothers
War ravaged its ugly painWithout his Brothers
He'd never be seen again.Never seen again
No words are spoken hereNever seen again
He seemed to disappearNever seen again
Until one day the LightNever seen again
Until he left the Fight.The Fight long gone
Took its toll in his eyesThe Fight long gone
Betrayed truth into liesThe Fight long gone
Grows weary with his handThe Fight long gone
Screams silently, THE BAND.The Band once sealed
The fate of BrotherhoodThe Band once sealed
A time of greater goodThe Band once sealed
Promises to be keptThe Band once sealed
Their weakness as they wept.The Weeping still
Comes and goes as it pleasesThe Weeping still
Only begs to find the reasonThe Weeping now
Binds like no otherThe Weeping now
Is amongst this Band of Brothers.The Band of Brothers
Their stories fight to tell,The Band of Brothers
Defeated
The Hounds of Hell.
Very true...
Thank you, Slick! You and the guys are the inspirations behind this piece. Hope you are well! -Camille
Hi Dale, I apologize for not responding earlier! π
The poem is not published, but was read on the radio in Washington DC on Memorial Day by "The Voice of the Redskins". What an honor! The story behind it is that my dad was a pilot with HMM-265 during Vietnam and was a combat artist as well. I have a group of friends here at PAS, and all their stories led to my writings. I used to send out a monthly newsletter, so I wrote a lot. One day I felt the story coming to me and I sat on my back deck and listened as the spirit of Marines past whispered the words. I wrote the words as quickly as I could and to this day, it's still the best piece I've ever written.