What Remains Of War

After the hard-fought battle, a war cry sounded into the moonless night while fires burned around me. I looked up into that starlit oblivion with bloodshot eyes as the weight finally left my shoulders. It was done. We prevailed. At long last, I could rest. As my sword slipped from my ragged fingers, my legs gave out and I was no more.

© Sarah Doughty

Don’t Fear

Don’t fear the dark corners,
the moonless night,
or the sparkling stars.
Even if you can’t see the magic,
it’s still there.

And it’s all around us. Within us.
I feel it flowing in my veins.
In the universe around me.
I believe in it. I am infused with it. I am magic.

© Sarah Doughty