Hush, hush, time to be sleeping... "Ah. Dear friends."
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping..."You've left me."
Dreams of peace and of freedom..."If you had just listened to me..."
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby..."We could've lived in peace, right?"
A gentle finger brushed over the bloodied forehead of a man the person used to admire, and be close to. His eyes scanned over the numerous corpses littering the landscape, staining the grass with auburn, hardened blood. A small smile tweaked across his face. In front of him, were the people he knew and loved most of all.
"Rest easy...with everyone else."
He stroked a dirtied blonde strand of hair, belonging to another old friend. Then the smile left his face, replaced with a grimace.
"Don't you see, I could've helped you?"
He acted as if the corpses would rise and respond. As if.
"Now you see...war really does hurt."
Veniciano Italia raised his tattered white flag in the air and looked straight up.
"Gather under the white flag."