The Futile Battle
For the long waged war saw much devastation
But through the heartbreak and sorrow came restoration
For though it fought tirelessly with all its might
He came and captured it at the darkest of night
Blinded by darkness, pain, and hate
'The enemy' it could not simply abate.
The 'enemy' so fierce, so powerful and strong
How could he be anything but what is wrong?
So piece by piece the 'enemy' broke through
And having no choice it finally withdrew.
Broken and beaten, fallen to the ground
It did not hear the cry of a victory sound
For the enemy saw not a victory sweet
But his own soldier fallen flat in defeat
And it wondered what enemy would cry at its fall
Until it realized he was not an enemy at all
As he reached out his hand to help it off of the ground
It stood by his side and heard the victory sound
For his victory lay not in its fallen state
But in a relationship it lost that he sought to recreate
So although it had resisted and put up a fight
It was glad it was captured in the darkest of night
Copyright © Hannah Quense | Year Posted 2016
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