Smoke still sits on the battlefield
But I hear music in the air
Or is that the ringing in my ears
Maybe I’m to shell shocked to care
I’ve lost my bearings, I’m not sure where
To go, or turn, or stop, or stare

Looks like rubble around me

I told myself I’d never be weak enough to fight
Yet here I am, sprawled out in a meadow
Stained with surprise and subtle sorrow
Not a mark on me but
Bewilderment slips out of me like blood
Dazed and confused as to exactly what happened

Something tells me this isn’t the end

Somewhere a lone sentinel stands
Seeking my heart with shaking hands
Is this really a good time, I ask

Where were you last night
When I took a mortal moment to close my eyes
And woke to swords instead of sunlight

My heart and head
Are growing colder
You might be worse for the wear but
I’m no soldier

Open ears, broken ribs
Softened souls and battle hymns
That’s how the distant song begins… 😔🤭

©️ Beatriz Esmer