Campfire Night

Cloak wrapped tight around my form,

I rest by the fire, embers warm.
The gentle night soothes my fears,
And dissuades the sight of sorrows tears.

The breeze comforts, an engulfing sweetness
Pulling my hair free into an entangled mess.
Soft strands caress my weary face;
Here my thoughts rest, and every worry erase.

The blooming trees send their pleasant scents
To whirl about me, a dancing presence.
They mingle, like fairies, in the moon's rays,
And induce thoughts with their pagan craze.

Be rested, be soothed, oh innocent one,
For tomorrow there will be no sun.

You shall behold the blood upon the field,
And the agonies of death will not yield.

In the morning the battle shall ensue,
The hatred of a nation under sky's blue.
Screams shall arise from the dying throat,
And your fellow man shall be wildly smote.