Minute After the Battle

Minute After the Battle by Jita FM Ashes drift in silence... The void still echoes fire... Etur velarn… evi’shan tal… The stars burn dim, the fight is gone, Engines silent, the damage done. Metal tombs in frozen arcs, Drifting through the field so dark. Wrecks like ruins, bodies torn, Capsules shattered, armor worn. A second past — yet time stands still, And memory bends to pain and will. I stood where angels fell from flight, Where comrades died in streaks of light. The echoes scream in metal rain, Of glory bought and burning pain. The void won't weep, the stars don't cry, But I…