War painter

Him who paints brush strokes
Bare on canvas
Hatred here
Anger there,
Blood everywhere

Spilt the bitterness
Retires the brush into
the night
For destiny wound up in a grave,
Ay a grave fright

Ah I knew him
Brave fella
That wore brave smiles upon your lap
Until these tears of yesterday
In destiny and soldiers' cap

Ah I knew him
Trees from
Which he ran and hang,
For the torture he endured
Final etchings on wooden sap