Red and White

She charged against those whom she loved,
Bones crushing under her now, torn boots.
The rain pattered on her woven tunic
Mixing with the tears of dread and betrayal 
The sword at ready,
And the knives strapped tightly on her holster
The guilt weighing her down,
Of the blood on her hands.
Red.

Flowers blooming, river flowing
Sunlight shone on the swaying maples
Where she was overcome with tranquillity 
Watching the sun dip beyond the horizon
Children running around, 
Bliss in the air,
No hint of terror of the troubled
Just peace all around. 
White.