This has been sitting unfinished in a memo on my phone and I finally figured out the last line. I don't have a title yet but will update once I think of a good one.
Snow fell with the ashes,
and it looked like peace;
the white of surrender,
the grey of defeat.
The screams of the dying
still hung in the air
And soft on the breeze
faint sound of a prayer.
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