Guns and cannons and the smoke of Battle drifted in a blinding fog across both water and the fortress hill high and damaged. Presently, three ships down and seven to continue war and to win! And to destroy the fortress and the harbor towns of two and the needless destruction of every soul and body left alive and standing upright.
Such is War! And from waterside the cannons of fortress and town slam shells and exploding balls of death upon us and they and us and not us. A ship pitches, of wood and steel and souls, toward sinking-side filled with mast into splinters and holes enough to die.
Such is war and this sinking ship traps living body until free, this body pushes away from death by drowning and drowns just before the sunlight and the surface. Across the thick smoke of battle and from the water butterflies and water beetles and the purple color of birds emerge from this fog and race toward heaven, joined by souls and flying life and from the color of purple into the gull-white.
We! From heaven once joined the Earth and now we again, fly away from battle and into those places where war is observed and the dead and dying escape this war to fly and to watch and to leave…