Ancient legends

Insanity

War involves violence

Yet contains such elegance

But what is war?

War is the battle betwixt the big and the small

The weak and the strong

The rich and the poor

War is a test of one's true strength

Will, integrity

And balance

War is the question how far can you go?

Can you go further?

How much further?

War is the fight in both field and mind

Mind and field

Field and mind

War is the enemy of the heart and the soul

Slowly crushing both

Until sanity bids farewell

And as war accepts it's trophy

You begin to find

That sanity truly left you behind

And as you go crazy

You fight unwillingly

Trying to capture the thing once lost

Even though knowing forever is forever

And your sanity said goodbye forever

Your mind loses as so does soul

While war leaves you

A soulless creature

You bare injure in the knee

And injure in the back

But with no soul to feel pain

Blood goes silently

War is pain

Whether your sense of touch is or not

Because alas

Blood was shed

And as the pain amasses

Although visible not

You begin your downfall

With no uprising in sight

Even though your sight is failing

And all other senses

You are the character,

The one who shall fall

You are destined not for greatness

Much pain and much grief

Your insanity allows you not to think of loved ones

But dazes in and out fo reality

War is the downfall of the people around you

Their demise

Their end

Their farewell

War is the uprising of the enemy

Gaining land, reaching closer to your loved ones

The ones you can't remember

Because of wars simple touch

And power

You are lifting a sword

Or a hammer

Or a bow

Or an enemy

Who could tell but I?

Reality seems to be imagined

Like a fake world in which pure violence resides

And like everyone else, you start your fall

Down into the endless abyss of pain

Honour has deserted you for the better of your kind

As does your strength, will and integrity

War wants nothing more than to see you struggle

To crawl on the ground like a worthless creature

Who isn't even worthy of being that creature

As your failures amass

And mistakes take effect

War is the master of grief and anger

Inflicting both upon its victims

Until they fall prey to insanity

And then insanity

Wars brother in arms

Seizes the victim

Using them as a soulless puppet

Death is on the horizon

At the peak of hope

Its shadow extends to far ends of the battlefield

It was as if a being

Taking peoples lives in the most unmerciful of ways

It was the completion of the torture trio

War, Insanity, Death

So bid farewell

Your last breath has come

The trio claims victory

Your eyes fail

Muscles give way

Organs slow to a stop

And soul parts with body

War will never be conquered