I prepare to step into the battle zone

i face the mirror

looking at the sight of my dark hat

the sky’s cold

grey and dull

my skins pale

pale as the moon late at night

darkness falls across the land

the grass is cold at last

“be careful out there, soldier.”

he stated exhaustingly

he froze in the haze of my mind

i gripped back to reality

my army screaming

“watch out!”

is the last thing i heard

till the memory comes