In the heart of the night, where shadows breathe,
Echoes of battlefields, whispers of grief.
The moon hides behind clouds, shying away,
From the symphony of war, in disarray.

Soldiers march with courage, hearts heavy with dread,
Under the canopy of stars, the path they tread.
The ground soaked in memories, crimson and raw,
Each step a reminder of the dark law.

Fires flicker in the distance, a haunting glow,
Illuminating the scars that time won’t show.
The silence screams louder than a thousand guns,
As the dawn breaks, revealing what war has undone.

In the aftermath, the world holds its breath,
Mourning the lives, embracing death.
Yet in the ruins, hope finds a way,
To bloom in the ashes, a new day.