In the shadows of the broken dawn,
The echoes of war’s harsh symphony play,
Where silence speaks of battles drawn,
And fields of sorrow mark the day.

A soldier’s cry pierces the night,
As stars bear witness to the strife,
The moon, a witness to the blight,
Reflects the cost of human life.

The earth, once fertile, now laid bare,
By footsteps of the marching doom,
The air, once pure, now choked with care,
As war’s cold breath becomes its tomb.

Yet in the midst of all despair,
A hope, a spark, begins to rise,
That one day peace will fill the air,
And war’s dark shadow finally dies.