They climbed an uphill battle.
 

She came to the end 

Of her last awakened feeling. 

Tears streamed down her face 

As she looked over the bodies.

 
Reckoned. 

By death. 

By pain. 

By desertion.

 
She thought today was going to be the day 

That victory would stand. 

The sun beamed down upon her head of black curls. 

Her body was adorned in gold armor and trimmed 

In pearls.

 
You could hear the low guttural sounds 

And the wrenching screams 

Of the people, 

Her people, 

Calling out for help.

 
Her soul wept. 

Her mind in anguish. 

She could not assist them. 

Her heart wept with pleas.

 
She began to search through the waves of bodies. 

Her heart became heavy with each step that she took. 

She tried to reach out, 

To aid those in need, 

But each step, 

Dragged her lower and lower to her knees. 

She looked upon the horizon to see if relief would come. 

There was no one around. 

As she came close to each one, 

They withered away, 

Turned to ashes, seeping back into the Earth.