Silent Night

Somewhere out there Illuminations still twinkle, just not here. Lost in the absence of that God-awful sparkling light, Everyone fighting is praying for a silent night. Now on the battlefield a hush is commanded, The warring factions apparently disbanded. No one is pushing buttons or pulling a trigger, Inside camps men lay exhausted by wars’ rigor. Giving thanks to the almighty, Hell will wait; so must Aphrodite. Tears will wash away most reasons to fight. For the Holiday Acrostic Challenge