As if weeping wasn’t quite enough
She had begun to wail
Her cries blasting through the night
To tell her desperate tale

She sent forth relentless screams
Faster than the speed of sound
Bursting protective parapets
Knocking enemy soldiers down

~

Their eyes alive, turned to the sky
Their hands aquiver, their mouths wide
She knew for certain this was her time
On pure instinct alone, she relied

They lay there quiet, shocked and still
Absent resolve, fallen to her will
She had the power, she thought, until
She gave it up of her own freewill

From far away a sound was heard
A cry so loud it shook the world
She paused, listening to every word
Then, drawn to it, she stepped forward

~

As if wailing wasn’t quite enough
He had begun to weep
His tears falling down like rain
Pooling there at her feet

As storm clouds came rolling in
The thunder began to sound
There, in the middle of a terrific storm
They laid their weapons down

~

The fallen would concede that night
The sky alive with lightning strikes
The battle lost, given up the fight
Before the dawn had born its light

And yet a victory was to be denied
His pain, reflected in her eyes
Allied now, but still they cried
For soon they would again divide

Every night, another battle won
And every morn, before the sun
The two would stand together as one
But then, again, would come undone

~

As if their pain was not enough
They’d begin again that night
Their battle cries, a song of hope
That they’d one day win the fight

They’d steel themselves at twilight
Strengthened solely by the belief
That someday with the morning light
Would come a time of peace.