I Lost A Friend.

The thundering aura of death is hollow,
With the rain soaking a line of faith,
Compacted into warriors of peace,
And ironies for death increase.

Fighting for men never seen,
Dying only for acquainted comrades,
Only smiles appear when the battle is won,
Only when enough die for nothing.

Dying for those who may never fight,
Sacrificial innocence requires faith,
Wishing war did not exist,
Time will always wait.

Her Name Was Sarah.

Young souls with scarred hearts,
Broken and turned with infinite hope,
Mirages and delusions of what should be,
A homage to those who have eloped.

Yet it is far too hard,
For some who wish to try,
Because it is difficult to fathom,
Those who would use love to die.