Circling the bodies and the bloodshed.

I look down to my bloody hands,

To my swaying feet that could barely stand.

Murky darkness surrounding me,

I fell through a void of eternal sleep.

In my lovely dreams of glory,

I saw a golden garden of lilies.

I reached out to stroke a gilded one,

Instead feeling the coarse sand of the battlefield.

In an instant I came back to my senses,

Back to the bodies and the bloodshed.

But now my mind had an additional thought,

A lining of strength and determination devout.

With renewed vigor, I finally stood on my feet,

And turned my gaze towards the heavens.

And to my wonder, a pure white dove flew by,

Symbolizing the freedom and peace that waited for me