Time is Eternal, Hate is not

A warrior, standing alone along a windswept heath,
the air humid, dry, penetrating the thin armor the warrior wears,
the battle had been fought,
both lives won, and lives lost,
sacrifices made, chances taken,
sheer agony, and pure joy.
All these emotions from the past days can be sensed throughout the encampment,
and although both victory and defeat had been felt,
neither had ultimately prevailed.
This is the ultimate karma,
the pure reincarnation of balance and order,
and in that moment,
on that windswept heath,
the air humid, dry, and penetrating,
the warrior felt true peace within,
and he was finally able to let go,
and forget the battle ahead.