‘Lives extinguished into darkness
And yet, ethereally luminescent’

Beauty from out of carnage
How can this possibly be
When the words themselves
Are the opposite ends of the scale
Is their a force we do not know
That exists in the air around us
A force that we choose to ignore
As it doesn’t fit into the square box
We recognise as life’s existence
A life granted to us alone
But it is a tenuous life, that
Can be so cruelly taken away
By setting man against man,
Upon the stage of warfare
Where it is only death,
That waits in the wings
And glory is not the final encore
For when the curtain rises
The tragedy begins again