Dark Forces

Dark Forces There is a sense of ennui the déjà vu after a feast life is not what we thought it was, the banner of battle no longer flies on top of the town hall. The hero is not a hero but a figure fluctuating in the wind and ruled by outside forces where he is only the visible to fool the world into a shared vision of bravery. There are so many other problems the scourge of pest the sizzling heat burning human skin crisp and rain that kills and sea that floods the landscape. The undertone is getting louder; we have been lied to dark forces seek a unipolar world, malleable people into enslavement, where words are no longer truthful but lies are endlessly repeated until lies are the truth. It is late in the day, but there is a rumble of a fightback the freedom of the individual precariously wilts like grains of life die if not rescued by the rain of revolt.