A tiresome warrior, has finally returned home, unsure
Of how to live outside, of constant deafening chaos,
He softly ventures, through the shrouded solace
With his trusted chaos companion, sheathed at his side,
Gripped, with an unabandoned fury, and haunting paranoia,
There are enemies, all around, in the whistling trees
And the rustling fallen debris, slowly sinking into the dirt,
The horrified soldier, in sight, is the besieging eagle,
Ever watchful, of the cascading embers, dancing
Between the branches, carrying, the snug noose,
Tightly gripping the necks, of all those, lost to battle,
Drumming louder, in the abounding rippling wind
That carries, the ghostly whispers of stranded soldiers,
Blood, burned into his senses, seeing it blanket
The calm solitude of his surroundings, stained,
He slinks down, closer to inferno, trying to distinguish
The subtle shrieks, that are so uncomfortably familiar,
Resounding throughout the petrichor, a place of ease,
Is torturous, all he can envision, is the death soaked battleground
That he crawled through, for he’s still there, crawling,
Or at least, his mind is, entrapped by the chaos,
Pounding steel agaisnt steel, dauntingly reverberating,
Bringing him down to his knees, a moment running parallel,
Explosions of birds chirping, and red sunlight sprays,
He lays, in the fragments, of loose branches, and shrapnel leaves,
He has never vacated the field, on which so many perished
By the mighty swing, of his notched battleaxe,
After all he has done, he slowly slips into darkness alone
In the calming caress of nature, while every ounce of misery
He dealt, is plunged into him, unable to withstand the agony,
Nature notices his torment, bestows pity upon the suffering,
Grows its roots, into a concentration, of sweet embrace,
His pulse steadies a bit, his sight clears from the shadows,
And can finally see, the pleasant tranquil brushstrokes,
Everything is composed, as he feels it all dissolve,
He shuts his eyes, and becomes nature, forever dormant.
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