When the war is over.
When the battlefields,
Lay empty and silent.
Dark sky sweeps across,
As the wind howls..
the stench of lonely bodies,
Fills the air,
with mournful cries and tears.
The sole survivor stands still.
Shaken by the memories..
Disguised in the lies of strength.
How long can this solitary being stand?
As the ice cold steel,
Prickles through her skin.
Blood vanishes beneath the veins.
Slowly, she falls off her feet.
Helplessly,
Crashed on to the ground.
Alas..
The world depicts nothingness.
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