And into these places he put himself –
into the stories of darkness and war,
and into his heart he carved their images,
remembered the smell of things burning in the night,
smoldering in the shadows.
He felt the cold of just before dawn,
when the night sky is queen
and draws the heat from both Earth and Air.
He felt the dew on his hair,
and tried to suppress a shiver
even as he shook the exhaustion from his limbs,
trying to recall the purpose of this battle.
His ears caught the near-perfect silence of fear,
broken only occasionally by a cough
or a hoarse whisper.