Bedraggled soldier hangs his weary head,
Exhaustion permeates his anguished soul.
Trembling form, low to the ground—
Fireworks streak the sky above.
Fear rises, taunting, knowing:
One wrong move could leave him dead in this desolate place.
Ambushed, seeking safety, he finds only distress
Guidance sought, orders followed – abandoned still.
Refuge lost. Hope forsaken. Trail obliterated.
No map remains, no path to tread in this desolate land.
He yearns for peace –
Will it e’er return?
Becky J Miller
Warrior Princess
Visual interpretation generated with AI tools (ChatGPT + DALL·E by OpenAI), July 2025, based on “Desolate Land” by Becky J Miller.