In the center of the battlefield
Surrounded by bullet ridden bodies
Those who succumbed to their wounds
By a river of blood
In a valley of death
Stands The Woman
Beautiful
Her majestic gown
Torn and ruined
Her porcelain flesh
Cracked
Her huge inky eyes
Sorrowful
As she gazes upon Death
Blood
And Suffering
Her devoted friends
That follow Her every time
After every battle
Fight
War
And conflict
To the place it occurred
Where She stands
Views
And leaves
Allowing the area
To be lost to History
And Time
