The warrior stands there panting
Bodies sprawled in blood
Was this battle worth it
Was it worth it for this mud

She looks across the horizon
Her heart filled with pain
She brings her eyes in closer
To see a child with bloodied veins

Palms turned over, she’s shaking
She crumbles to her knees
Let’s out a mighty howl
The sound echoes through the trees

The tone of pure despair
From her deepest corners
A memory from her childhood
Glazes her eyes for a moment

She remembers playing in these fields
Laughing, joking, running
Now her eyes turn to her friend
Who is no longer breathing

She inhales deep, gathers herself
Her energy has shifted
Back to what she came to do
For this she will be gifted

The last battle done, she can retire
She longs for the tranquil ocean
Sitting on a quiet beach
Watching the waves in motion

She turns away and grabs the flag
Walks towards her horse that waits
They both have done enough today
And they leave the city gates.