Featherweight violence

Walks fearlessly; veil torn and pale feet unburnt

Gliding over shards of shotgun shells and smoky ruins.

She wanders aimlessly across the blackened board spotted with piles of smoldering ash

A figure calls her attention from the sideline

He is crouched behind a crumbling wall with a steel pomegranate in his hands

The soldier believes he has seen an angel

Ignoring the yells and commands from his brothers, he asks for deliverance. 

He asks that she throw the tightly wound heart at the tower wall already on the brink of destruction.

Soundlessly, she takes his dirtied helmet revealing dirty, sandy hair and the soft crown of a young boy. 

Surprised, but undaunted she whisks him into her arms, takes the ring, and hurries to the frontier.