Unarmed and unannounced
We arrived in the camp
Bodies bloody and souls stained,
Minds splattered with shame, in the night so damp.
We stared at one another, then at the ground
Unable to meet each others eyes
We sought guidance from the earth, upon which
Our ''enemies'' blood had been spilt.
By hands which not long before held new born infants,
Now tainted with nightmares unforgettable
They knew they should forget, to help them sleep,
But one spoke silently against the notion.
A quiet night's rest was all he craved
But he knew that Sleep would not tolerate him
For he chose not to forget the Souls of The Damned, but instead, remembered
For he was the one who truly regretted his actions, so atrocious.
As he sat awake all night long
The Gates of Sleep, refusing him entrance.
So he sat alone with only his thoughts
And the Souls of The Damned to keep him company.