Conflict

Locked behind a field of stars, Hidden behind battle scars, Living only to contend, What is righteous without end. Stare profusely at the time When dreams had matter more sublime Than existence in a shallow climb Where hopes are shattered Made a joke And empty promises are choked Beyond the point of no return And those who dare they wind up spurned. Yet somewhere in this blinding vision, The spirit of a knight once christened Emerges from behind the stars Waging battle from afar . To those who trample on the weak And those who cower under meek Obscenities meant to deny Aspirations to a tie. Amidst the field of shattered glass Betwixt the blades of blood-stained grass Knights of valor lie in wait For the oncoming barrage of hate Fitted armor and a sword Weapons only of a sort That principles of virtue cry Impediments towards those who strive To hinder what is right and true And places evil into view. Where chaos discontented reigns And knowledge serves of only pain Emerges steady into lieu Creatures aimed to misconstrue. Armed with weapons of a sport Meant to maim and to contort Complacency…create in a word A kingdom of their own accord. Filled with displeasure… discontent Rejecting faith as it was meant To conquer nothing above all Just eliminate this squall Between men of different creed Which only one there shall succeed. Now the two opposing sides Growing nearer in their strides Each one bellowing his cries Of righteousness and chide Both caught up amongst their lies That either side is to subside Till their very last is tried And only silence coincides. Amongst the carcasses struck down On the field lay all around Remnants of the dead are found And only silence is the sound Of a battle that was waged Since the origin of age. Yet…from atop the tattered skies On the field there does arise One survivor from each side Each too tired to discern The longing to return Where the lost once knew as home And honor those who’ve lost and mourn Going each one his own course Till they gather enough force And their paths become traversed When the next battle is posed.