Reflection by Melissa Faifer

Reflection

by Melissa Faifer

Rays of light stream through the break of dawn,

Entwined with wisps of lacy cloud.

Remnant traces of battle are gone.

The world engulfed in a hazy shroud.

Alas, one man stands alone.

His silhouette black against the rising sun.

His sword pierces the ground of stone;

The battle was victorious, but the war had just begun.