Within the Flame

Alone, he sits before the fire comforted by its warmth mesmerized by its flame. Somewhere, deep within his eyes determined to manifest themselves ancient visions did appear. Drawn from across the ages gathered too from all nations warriors march(ed) with strength reborn across the great bridge of time enemies no more. Anguished voices, ages old once carried upon the winds cease forever to be heard for now, only sounds of silence reign. Ancient lands, old beyond their time ravaged by wars too countless to note covered for centuries in rivers of blood will no longer bear the stigma. With head bowed, a silent prayer given one single tear shed, forgiveness asked all help to cleanse and heal. When angels ever gently place their hands over battlefields once set upon by death the healing process shall begin and life will once again be restored. ©Melody A. Coster (12-16-06)