War
In the realm where shadows dance with light,
War prowls like a beast in the dead of night.
Its tendrils reach, its claws extend,
A force of destruction, on which all depend.
In the depths of the soul, where spirits roam,
War's essence lurks, an ancient tome.
It whispers secrets of chaos and strife,
A symphony of sorrow, a dance of life.
Its cloak is woven with threads of fear,
Its breath a tempest, drawing near.
It twists and turns, in the fabric of time,
A tangled web of rhythm and rhyme.
Yet in the chaos, there lies a spark,
A glimmer of hope in the endless dark.
For within the heart, a flame burns bright,
A beacon of peace, a guiding light.
So let us journey, beyond the veil,
And seek the truth that war conceals.
For in the depths of our collective soul,
Lies the key to heal and make whole.
Copyright ©
Shijo George
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