A deafening boom
The earth trembles
Neither quake nor thunder.
Dragging footsteps seek refuge
Past a wounded horse
A last whimper.
The pale moonlight
Penetrates the smoke
The field screams mortality.
Blank expressions,
Yet the eyes search
Through a fractured pane.
They weep in the shadows
Of fading hope
Vague memories of a face.


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