After the combat

All soldiers unarmed

Off the suit of armour

Ambience a trailed wreckage

Thus a complete pyrrhic

Night fell moonlessly

Minds display of disquiet

Faces woebegone

Eyes on the sky

It’s faded glamour

Shrouded with bloody clouds

hands fiddling with talisman

He was in the assemblage

Yet he didn’t conflate

His cynosure was home

Redolent of homebaked bread

Within ripples of wrecked thoughts

Were spaces nimmed

With sweet ago memories 

Those of his wife and kids 

Parents and relatives

Of his dog and the garden

Of love and peace

The goodest potion of heart

A faint smile touched his lips

For soon it will be time off

Off the gory battle field

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