Empty Battlefield

A bare soldier,

With no weapon nor armor,

Collapsed in a barren field,

Of invisible blood and broken arms.

Cold fingers stretched out and clawed,

Offering an empty promise,

An empty smile,

Empty eyes,

An empty battlefield.

With nothing to fight against,

Because there's nothing to fight for.

All wars won,

All battles fought,

All reasons to fight... Gone.

With only a whispered promise that one day,

Those brave soldiers,

Who know nothing but bloodshed,

Would once again be needed.

But who would be there to comfort them,

When those fighters realize.

There's no need,

No need for violence,

No need for them.

For everyone is gone,

Drowned in a world of hatred and pain,

A world where everyone turned against each other.

Until all that was left,

Was an empty battlefield.

With nothing to fight against,

For there's nothing to fight for.

All reasons gone...

All alone...

...The last soldier who still wants to fight...