“Thud, Thud”
My feet drag themselves on
Word.


Miles of fallen brethren and
Sisters lie with the dead
Enemies of my


As I walk more blood
Stains by cloths and
Boots


Birds fly around me as
I walk through the
Dead


I stop and look around
Something had caught
My eye


Then I heard it a
Soft moan and
Distanced crying


I followed the sound
And then I found
What had made
The noise


It was a small
Girl trying to
Hide beside
Her mother’s
Side


I took the child up in
My arms she looked
At me with sadness
And loneliness
In her
Eyes


I whispered to her,
“Don’t fear my
Child, you are safe
Now, little
One”


I searched the body of
The girl’s mother and
Found a neck less
And placed it on
The little girl
I walked on with the
Girl in my arms
Back to my home
With her


She whispered to me,
“Teach me how to
Fight. So I can
Revenge my mother’s
Death one day”

She said me.

My answer to her
Was a nod at the
Question she
Had asked
Me.