THE LAND OF SPIRITS at dusk the rain began dancing on his shoulders the hour of truth had arrived the sun slowly slips into the horizon it will take with it the souls of soldiers anger relentless rage defy thoughts of mercy death is a common brotherhood laying in the grass unmoving…… eternal stillness…… an inconsequential moment of history un-noticed by the gods of war calling to the deities blood in rhythmic cadence with the beat of the pounding pulse the heart like a bass drum in their ears a moment for meditation for a brain in chaos to taste the sweetness of silence anticipation is to meet death or cheat it the evening luminosity waltzes across the barrel of his weapon warm reflections polished as the rain drifts to earth he moves across the meadow the crunching beneath his boots are chucks of human bone the crisp air burns his lungs yet heightens his senses a sudden chill dashes along his spine causing his shoulders to shiver momentarily a white vapor rides his breath like a horseman of anticipation expectancy…. quiet moments before the fight his mind screaming in urgency the silent moments before the combat begins the wait is like eternity there will be an exhibition of valor and determination to survive I will go now To plead my case In the land of spirits
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