The War

I find no crunch of stones soothing

Nor the faded battle cries

Nor the lacticly acidic pent up muscles

Nor the deafening hidden lies.

I see not what’s before me

Nor what is behind

But I do not see what’s at my feet

For the lighting is not kind.

I will not run forever,

Nor see through hazy tears.

Before you know it all will have turned

It will be you that fears.

I have no need for weapons,

For you stand the challenge bare.

But I will use all my strength and mind,

The battle will not be fair.

I have not my own anthem,

I’ve no need for praise or eyes.

You on the other hand without it

Cannot bring your call to rise.

I will stand alone [for now]

I’ll stand strong and true

Knowing nothing of power is worth fearing

Least of all are you.

For anything worth keeping

Must face the timeless test of death

Death to self, death to others

Even death to death.

I now lay down the laws I know

By which I do bequeath

None shall pass, not now, not ever.

And there, you’ll find your wreath.