Today, the sky is dark. 

Worrisome. 

The stench of death hangs in the air,

The reek of blood is dizzying. 

The lawn,

Still covered with blood,

Also cradles the wounded. 

Perhaps the harshness,

The cruelty, 

Of this world is over. 

Perhaps not. 

A girl stands below,

Surveys her surroundings, 

Checks on her survivors. 

A hole gapes from the back of her shirt. 

She is drenched in sweat. 

In blood. 

A deep red wound on her back

Cries out to me as it bleeds

But the girl takes no notice. 

She reaches out her hand,

Helping a wounded comrade. 

Her strength is so overwhelming,

Her own beliefs so strong

That she naturally pulls others in. 

Those who fight at her side

Are allowed to share her courage

As she guides them,

Full of hope, full of light,

Full of her love for them all.