Wisp of Smoke, let me be...
Embittered smoke, set me free,
Untie these bonds you've placed on me.
I can no longer stand your smell,
Choking me with pain that wells,
So deep within, strangling me.
Tell me Smoke, how can it be...
That I am here, entwined with you,
When I was home, my life was new?
What battle now engages us,
Creating such utter chaos?
Our hearts do blend, our anger ebbs,
but to what do we owe such unrest?

The battle gone, yet you remain,
From my mind, will you refrain,
from stories now that haunt me so,
Of Sins of Battle, long ago.
My dreamless nights, my fitful pain,
You placed on me, to forever remain.
You haunt me so, you hear my screams,
From within the night, I dare not dream.
For in those dreams, you seem to rule,
Wrapping me a jester's fool.
I fought for freedom, so that others could be,
In a land, led by "Democracy".
And for all I saw, one thing prevailed,
Battle's wounds, your Smokey hell,
Surrounds all I know, and all I am,
Clouding everything...
as only Smoke can.

Reanna Noel
 2000