In the death of combat the
only light to be seen is that
of the glistening moon, and
the silences of all life in the
night are almost deafening.
As the chill of ones soul cools
the hot night, the feel of hell's
eternity covers one with the fear
of blackness and loneliness, and
the cries and screams make no sound
to those in the night of deaths life.
As life ends the death, the touch
of an unknown to carry back, and
awake to life in a different light,
but not to be forgotten.