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Insignia

The woman beckoned to the phantasmal apparition
That stood by her bed, watching in pity, her weary eyes
In desperate need of a long sleep sans the anguish;
She looked at him, and a smile broke its way out
From the vicious corners of her horizon-less world;
In the ghostly figure she searched frantically
For the pair of eyes that had once housed
The promises, the cures, and an enormous castle of sand;
But darkness was all that stared back.
The woman pulled the blanket down, and looked
At her son, by her side, asleep in the shade of tranquillity.
The silhouette bent over his son, and the woman
Felt a soft puff of cold breath kiss her skin.
And then from within the shadow of a man once alive
Came the  whisper, in a voice awfully bruised,
"I wanted to watch him grow."
His fingers reached the woman's teary eye, but
All he could do was pull more tears out;
Only then did his eyes fall upon his medal;
The medal of honour, they called it; It lay on the table
With a few others; But only his badge carried
A few drops of his blood. "Don't grieve, Love,
For there's more peace there than here", he spoke.
"Behold this beauty in nonentity, for I shall always
Be remembered by you, in this blissful oblivion."
The apparition effaced, like every other night;
And the woman turned back towards her son,
Pulling the blanket over, for it was too cold.

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