No Idea

from sightless eyes, the words were spoken, of hearts stopped beating, and bones, broken. a fight broke out that friend nor foe can, fend off at all, with gold or token. through-out the night, and day it lingered, with hearts ceased beating, and bones, splintered. a fight that felt as cold as winter, that bore no loss, or hope of winner. unseen by any, who could, in fact, help hearts not beating, and bones, cracked. a fight that seemed, would forever, last, always future, present, past. as sharp, and clear, as child's laughter, were hearts quit beating, and bones, shattered. a fight in darkness, that just got blacker, and swallowed whole anything that mattered.