War

Burned Down,
      Hollowed Out.


The Shadows consume.


Sun sets,
     Temperature falls.


Choices are made.


Lives lost,
     Never found.


Such is War.

Shadows

     Moving along with the dancing sun
as he skirts across the the expanse above.


Light is lost
in the ever hungry shadows.


They can consume all,
       hiding it from view,
             from thoughts and memories.


Lost within their shifting bodies.


We move.
               They move.


Always there, our negative.
Alive, yet not.


Disappearing with the night.