Rondeau

And so I lie in starlit fields
While grass beneath my corpse fast yields.
I ponderous hear the nightingale songs;
Though for your embrace my body longs
My mind demands me my weapon wield.

Moonstone shadows my face do shield.
My voice, my mien so even-keeled
As with regret I speak you wrong
And to you I lie in starlit fields.

My gaze and courage I silently steeled
When for forgiveness I should be reeled
Down to my knees before the throngs
To confess my heart and spoken wrongs.
But guns and shells my soul unsealed
And so I lie in starlit fields.

(The rhyme isn't perfect - doggone plurals - but this is a European form known as a Rondeau)