Soldiers By My Side

Its cold outside.

A gust of wind crawls down my face.

The frigid air sweeps all around me.

Now I know, I am dead.

All of my dead brothers are lying around me.

With muskets by their sides,

And blood all over their faces.

I am appauled to look at them.

The fear tends to make me shiver,

But I can't look away.

As time goes by,

My body freezes in the winter snow.

This is how I met my doom.