Circumvention

We all have,

Our battles,

To fight,

We must hold on.

For if,

We are to win,

Our stories,

Must be told.

Amongst the fallen, the solider sheathes his sword.

Another battle won, without a single word.

The bodies all around, destruction is his wake.

Another nightmare for his darkened mind to take.

The soldier marches on, his mission incomplete.

The moon shines bright above, on his battered, bloody feet.

The man he was is now a hollow box of bones,

You can never turn around, until you cast the final stone.

The fight between men and gods, which never ends at all.

The battle of the worlds begins just as the night falls.

Prepare yourself for all of what life throws at you.

Be ready when they say, that none of it was true.