Pewar

In fields of ash where cannons sleep, Echoes haunt the shattered keep. Whispers of a thousand fears, Lost within the fog of years. Swords that clash with thunder's roar, Men as waves upon the shore. Banners torn, a crimson tide, Stories etched, where heroes died. Peace, a distant, fragile dream, Caught within the silent scream. Echoes linger, scars unseen, In the ruins where hope has been. Yet in the midst of battle's art, Love persists within the heart. A light that flickers, brave and strong, Amidst the shadows, right and wrong. So let us dream of peace to be, Beyond the storm, beyond the sea. Where swords may rest and cannons cease, In the quiet of war and peace.