Blood Moon

by T'Sarine

 

A field of honor.

A field of blood.

How sad that they are one and the same.

I search among the fallen for familiar faces,

My heart crying out to

the souls of my kindred.

 

Tears fall to the ground,

mingling with the life-blood

of my people,

Nourishing the earth into which

their blood flows,

Bringing in time life out of death.

"Those who are victorious will write history."

 

ch'Eian sets.

Aidoann rises.

Another cycle is completed.

 

BLOOD MOON.