You haunt our nights, not the you, seductive, smooth, sexy, not the one we meet in full daylight, but the one whom we cannot name. We see you in the shadow, beyond those trenches, beyond the cloud of blood and murder: for you are the Enemy, armed and pitiless, the one we, humans, fear.
And yet we fight, under a sky without light, where no stars shine. We fight and sometime push you back, you and your legions, and then we have to take shelter, in the depth of night, carrying our dead comrades with us…
There is no end, this fight will last forever, as dawns succeed to nights, and we pretend to live, and then the nightmare begins, again.
Image: Crow and Moon, by Valya. 2016, via valya47
Of Glass & Paper 
Wonderful writing. This is a nightmare, and so far, no end in sight.
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