The moon shines through the bruised
colors of the sky.
It reflects what’s left on the battlefield.
Fallen souls fighting for what they believe
and for others left behind.
This battle has no winners or losers
and will never end.
The fallen souls look around to who is left
they are bloody, bruised and some will
move on to the next world.
Their souls will shine bright like
the moon in the night sky.

Kimber Michaela 2012