Hope?

He runs across the battlefield,
Fresh soot in his eyes.
As he goes, he will not falter,
At war since morn's sunrise.

Deafening sounds get caught by his ears,
A saddened expression washed his face.
As the images of friends no more,
Lie scattered across the floor.

She sat by her fire,

Brooding of the moor.

Where they used to speak their hearts,

Hoped they'd be together sooner.

A love untold,

Yet always attested.

Ambition's drive pulled more than needed,

Rejuvenation had no hope.

Upon his arms, upon the weight,

Of arms to protect him;

Lies the weight of the arduous struggle,

The futile fight to stay alive.

She holds her gun against her head,

And hopes she isn't.

For certainly, he'd be dead by now,

So they'd be together again before long.

A gunshot rings across the field,

Louder than the others.

And though apart the peaceful faces,

On the corpses of the lovers.