Spiritual Warfare

Written in 2008

 Here among the dead
The tears still fall,
The battlefield
Strewn bones like
White birches fallen
On a forest floor.
And the wind,
A chill blows cold
Here among the dead
In solitude surrounded
Triumphant singing of darkness's
Discord.

It is the dust
Swept into faces
Bodies covered with
Fallen leaves
Scattered and twisting in
The wind.
Here among the dead
Tears fall.