I recently rewatched "Kobol's Last Gleaming II," and the montage of images at the end suggested this poem.

Incarnadine Seas
(Adama is shot)

A shout, a scream, and blood
the ghastly wave
washing before it doubt and division
baring grief and fear and pain
as the flawed and fearful soldier fights
to turn back the tide barehanded
duality grips her commander's hand
as if her will were lifeline
the traitor looks on
more anchored by shock than by any captor's grip

And the son of light cries out
(as he never has)
for his father