Of ancient cries amidst war
The desolation and emptiness that only darkness can bring.
You search for souls as your narrative
Weaves its way among ruins and bodies
Whose story becomes imprinted in your own
And within generations not even birthed yet.
You and I were once torn by gunfire and hatred
In another time, another place.
Do you think there are sides to war beyond the veil
Where the light glows?
You are both my comrade and my enemy
As centuries have passed
And our wounds have befriended
A peace deemed by God.
But our minds still want war
And to tear each other’s stories to shreds
So that no one can whisper victory but you.
When you finally cross beyond that veil
You will learn that victory belongs to nobody but
The light you refused to see.