In the Eve

4 hours to go. With impending judgement day around the corner, timid as always, at one corner, a young battered soldier checks his armour, only to realise one final piece is yet to be attached. With great audacity, he wields his blatantly blunt sword, with no glimpse of what to follow; says his prayers, takes a deep breathe, and as always, whispers to his heart that he’ll be back when the lights pierce through the darkest of clouds. With hope, that one day, his wish will come through. ‘God have mercy on me’, thus, the battle enrages.

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