Bruised Purple Sky (a poem)

Bruised purple sky
Dying in the snow
Blood-dyed ice
I thought you would know
The limits we’d go for you
The comforts we’d forgo
Frost-bitten hands
Fall apart bitterly and slow
Night falls, somberly
The rest of us look up
Forever wandering
We knew this day would come
Something we were pondering
When fires came down furiously
And ghost-walkers were conjuring
Spirits of wartimes
A not-too-distant squandering
Of humanity’s potential
Back to the evils of conquering