Battle in the War

It was a lousy dusk,
Clogged by the mundaneness of a war.

A war, battled on for time so long
and losses so huge.

Grasses shed blood and stooped low
paying homage to the soldiers,
for brave were their souls
but flesh now so numb
Numb with war,
numb with death

It was a war, which warned of danger
but never of the end.

And little did the warriors put their heart to it
for it was gifted off the love of their life

It was just the body and the life left in it
thay had to offer to the war, to the fellow warriors.

And they did until they died ,
leaving their dreams behind,
their hopes ajar
and Love so incomplete

The loss brought little difference
to those who went to the war
for they knew they would die, soon, as well

But they battled, to keep the spirit in their souls
to hope to go back home,
to live on,
they battled anyway.