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.
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