The Battlefield
By Shadox
Sparkling blue skies, Free from menacing clouds, Allowing the sun to shine, Lighting the world below. Smoke rises into the heavens, Painting the landscape in a dullish grey. Hills littered with a smattering of rocks, Clumps of dirt upturned where flowers used to grow. The birds have stopped chirping, The crickets have gone, An eerie silence looms over the land, Quiet and still. A thunderous crack, then a flash of light, A flurry of reds and yellows, Screams echo from beyond the smoke, Breaking the silence with its horrible shrill. A lone solder, behind the hill, Buried in a trench, in the darkness, Clutching his weapon, intent in his eyes. So full of life, yet embracing death. He closes his eyes, his memories surface, A tear trails down his cheek. "No one left but me", he mutters "What have I got to lose?" He opens his eyes, and stands up tall, Turning to face the fight, Anothing crack of thunder, a memory of time, And the bullet strikes his skull. The clouds roll in, blocking the sun, Forcing the world into darkness. The drops start falling, pelting the landscape, Washing away the memories, washing away the pain. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 04:31 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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