Serenity

Soldiers screaming, explosions echo

Malcolm moves, swift as sound.

Dodging the dead, he confronts his company,

Scarred silhouettes he must mitigate.

Sergeant voice sounds, confidence copious:

“We will win,” he assures them,

“We’re too pretty, for God to grant

Us death.” His words work,

They’ve found their faith. Sounds are skyward;

Sergeant Reynolds grins, “Our Angels have arrived.”

His head whirls, shouts at Zoë,

“Tell them to –” Her words hit him,

A punch to the paunch: “They’re turning tail.”

Seconds feel like minutes, Reynolds’ faith falls.

The Browncoats are beat, the Alliance arrives.

Freedom has flown, Serenity Valley is lost.

Weeks wage, No battles brought

But death destroys The war pulls on

Reynolds revives, Best as he can,

Soldiers security The hope of the men.

Hope is hallowed, Mortal to misplace

Reynolds pushes his people, thousands he commands

People perish, It can’t be controlled.

Sickness and starvation, wounds and dehydration.

Pushes pain aside, Forgets his fears.

His men only matter When his soul sears.

Keep them alive He’ll pass on pleased.

But he doesn’t die Rescue ships reach out

The wounded are welded Hope is handed back.

Reynolds looks on Fleeing the floating palace

Avoids the Alliance, Buys a boat

Adventures adhere, Souls on a ship.

Sergeant is spent, Captain climbs up

Takes position At the top.

He lost the war, But selected right sides

He presses on His freedom is found

The ship Serenity Is home now.