This essay forms a sequel to “Battle”
Gone all light, as seeps endless the mournful whispers of the lost and the fallen. Besieged, I acquiesce – abandoned to silence, by such deafening clash as would bring madness to my soul.
As rests the swords of might and men, beyond the fields of battle while endless – the bitter skirmish of conscience in doleful ransom to sin. Night brings my enemy and he shall not falter in his charge, but leave my heart broken.
I am lost in tenebrous realms, viscid while consuming, as burns the acrid breath of the beast. Forsaken, all hope is gone as battle once more shall take me.
Choked, the hills, in acres lost to those unnamed – the charge to grave, pointless while futile and vain. In pause of instant, short in counting yet in heart as feels a lifetime – I see each one.
Once more the triumphant fume of battle, and still what glory this to be? Would accord not be lost to the altercation of opinion, peace may reign – and yet those now fallen, know peace.
If I knew not love, then I may pass to the shade and be gone, but I am known in heart and she is my salvation. With dawn shall come the alacrity of her word and I will know faith as drawn from her light.
She is the keeper who would know me – the beating heart and ardent breath, the summer dream and the memories of old. When all about me shall fall, when hope be gone and darkness reign, in her I shall find myself.
As rests her soul by sleepless ocean, let the voice of those waves as would carry my love wash her in soak of my essence and carry her to me. With flood as would passion meet, I surrender to touch and flare in my need to be whole.
I shall fear not the days, or the moments care within them – fate remembered us and our time lays patient and will come. In her I find that which is lost and through her shall come my redemption.