Echoes of Battle

In the quiet shadow of the night,

Echoes of battles, raw and tight.

The drums of war, they loudly beat,

A somber rhythm, no retreat.

The fields once green, now stained with red,

Tears of mothers, their children dead.

Swords clash, and arrows pierce the sky,

As warriors fight, not knowing why.

Cities crumble, walls turn to dust,

In the fervent heat, who can we trust?

For power, greed, or honor's sake,

Lands are razed, dreams start to break.

Yet amidst the chaos, a hope remains,

For peace, a chance to break these chains.

For every heart that yearns for peace,

The tumultuous tides might someday cease.

But till that day, we must stand tall,

Hear the clarion call, the siren's call.

For in the heart of every man, woman, and child,

Lies the hope for peace, meek and mild.

Though wars may rage, and darkness fall,

We'll rise above, breaking the wall.

For in unity, love, and grace,

We'll find a world, a better place.