This is War

Ashes and dust clouds

of crumbled strongholds

floating upon the very air.

crimson trails of old blood,

fragments of broken ideas

are scattered everywhere.

armor cracked and bent,

arms and sword heavy;

it’s not me that’s scared.

heart and mind at the ready,

something deep inside knowing

that only the light will prevail.

©️ 2024 Cristen Writes