(War of 1812)


What lights prelude the sleeping dawn?

That the heavens compare to flickering fire flies

‘Tis ladies with lanterns searching embattled ground

Where grows rows of soldier-dying cries


Each flame of hope, encased with doubt,

Is carried by a trembling heart

And leads her step, despite thought’s distress

That her beloved’s soul did yet depart


The rise of morning’s shroud unveils

Each lantern by a corpse now extinguished in glow,

And a wife, who was but a day before

Now dons the tears and mantle of a soldier’s widow


Artwork was created in 2013.

“Ladies with Lanterns”