Silent After Battle
After the battle —
— the ringing still in the ears, from mace against shield, steel on voidsteel, drop your rubedite blade, ruby in the grass, the crack of bone — “I need healing!” — the ache in the thighs, miles run, still, to the last fallen, race, over bodies, are they bodies, or corpses? My powers to raise the fallen don’t extend to the dead.
in the cool night stillness —
— your pulse still hot, your face, fevered, here, drink this, rest, hold this, it’s nirn root, on your forehead, rest — “Heal me.” — quiet, the pulse still races, lay back, be still, the blood still flows, drink this, shhhh.
under silver from twin moons, who have witnessed all, battle, and aftermath —
we all need healing
even the healer.
Daily Prompt: “produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully,,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.