A Great War.
And so it goes,
The days of the world,
Spun around a war,
Known to man as Great,
Men, young and old,
Presented to nations,
Marked as enemy foes,
On a slaughter board of blood,
But low and behold,
A maiden of noble,
A soldier of mistrust,
Torn in a battle of forbidden fruit,
Running through fields,
Fields of green,
Sun filled lands,
Lands of neutrality and peace,
Hiding and chasing,
Playfully goading,
Trees of blue,
And Skies of pink,
Sparkling flowers,
And blooming stars,
Found in their hearts,
In their minds and souls,
Given to one another,
To treasure and behold,
Chimes of wind,
Streams through chocolate wisps,
Of flowing hair,
And warm fingerprints,
Left on cheekbones and hands,
In secret they love,
But in time they are at war,
The maiden of light,
Daughter of power,
The soldier not of the land,
Risking their lives,
In a war meant to separate,
The men and women alike,
In a fight against meaningless,
For what?
Only control and greed,
The fields of green were contaminated,
Bloodied became the flowers,
And darkened became the hearts,
As the maiden silently wept,
Over a grey head of stone.
C.
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