[Poem] Friendly Fire

Lonely eyes meet over a bloody battlefield
Weapons are sheathed
A shield is lowered
Layers of armour drift to the dirt

Bodies are drawn together
Pulses quicken, blood races
Breathing becomes gasping
Wounds become pale scars

A figure emerges through the mist
And after everything she gave
Jagged steel, wielded in a friendly fist
Sends a healthy heart to an early grave