The battle has been raging long with forgotten pain in anger ******, amongst the ashes bleeding still, the will go on, in the soul it must..
Defeat it felt in blow after blow, relentless torment still
A glimmer, a beacon, a shimmer of new slowly crept to foresight
The smell, the sight, the feeling of you make war collapse on Fort night...
Your strength and beauty pierce the dark with ever blinding wonder putting stop to fight, the pain and dark, nay halt the drums of thunder...
I am soldier of fortune never fully good nor evil... Hardened and broken from the pain of life but the beauty of you brought to sight,
But a shimmer of the good of light..