Versus

I stand alone on a desolate battlefield; awaiting the called charge, it will end all suffrage of pain. The time and call never reach me. The grass glows gently beneath the crescent moon filled sky; from which the nights endless sweet breath blows softly on my face, I am blinded by the glazing after effect. Attempting to lay and rest; my body is weary , awake am I for the duration of the evening. Morning swoops in later than expected; the dulling sun eludes the clouds, I ready myself for battle. The enemy - my shadow; its reflection, the ultimate adversary. The battle for control has begun; and still in lifes wonder, my mind awaits the called charge.