7 March 2013
Still just a child but recruited to fight. They told us their cause was just and right.
They trained us and taught us the ancient lore. An army of youth, assembled for war.
Forced onto the field with only a gun. The only thing I knew to do was run.
The losses stacked higher the longer we fought. Some tried to run from the fight, but were caught.
All I had taken for granted, now lost I finally escape, but at what cost?
Injured in battle, then drug-induced sleep. 40 years later, I'm pulled from the deep.
I fell asleep when war had just begun. And woke to a world where darkness had won.
Waking After War • Opuss № I