With this, I am finally back on track! :D
I wanted to write a poem at least once for this month because I do things like that and I needed some practice. This seemed like the perfect prompt.
sfw but there is mention of death and blood.
O child of war, the things you've seen and heard;
The lines between what's real and fake are blurred
For in your eyes, forever burned are they
And through your ears ring echoes of the fray.
So in her bed she lays to rest, asleep
And lives in dread once more by dreams so deep.
Through all the night in dark the screams did pierce
As in her head flashed sights and sounds so fierce:
The crimson red of blood as it sprang forth
From friend and foe alike; Were their deaths worth
The price for peace? she asks herself again.
The answer still alludes as it did then.
The faces of those comrades passed, so clear
Before all else is one that she held dear
Who is now gone for good, all for her sake.
If she knew then, what diff'rent choice she'd make?
And so each toss and turn grows stronger still,
Moving her limbs and voice against her will.
"When will they cease, these endless questions here?
Their answers, they will never come, I fear!"
At once, around her tightly draws an arm
"Fear not, my love, I will keep you from harm."
The stout promise seals with a silent vow:
A tender kiss laid bare upon her brow.
She wakes at last and looks into a face;
The man who is her rock and saving grace.
Brightly he smiles and draws her close to him
With this, now sleep does not seem quite so grim.
O child of war, I cannot change your past
But love, if true, by you will hold steadfast
As you stand strong against this fiendish foe
Of vile things; Mem'ries that plague you so.