The Turning Point

At last the long and drawn out battle ended
but there was no victory this night
too many lay there dying
upon the field as dawn's new light

penetrated everything
and all that could be seen
was the waste that battle brings
and the loss of life that could have been

nought but sorrow filled the air
as the weary warriors turned, prepared
for the long and seeming endless trek
toward home

to find the only balm that heals
lay there within the arms of love's appeal

? Michaelette ?

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