Saturday, April 15, 2017

The History Of A Battle


Once upon a time, in a land far away
We were born to win a war
Prophecies sang of our rise
Muses clothed us in Destiny

Great kings shaped us, guarded us, sold us
We were to be their weapons
We were to be the victors
We were many, we were young
We were friends, we were soldiers

We were to vanquish pain and suffering
Trials and sorrow, things we knew nothing of
The very evils
We were raised to face.

At the age of thirteen, we marched to war
We sang of battle, we sang of honour
We sang to truth and victory and the conqueror’s way
We did not sing of failure, we did not sing of pain
We were ordained to win, ordained to rule

Bright Perspective in her bright war-chair
Drawn by bronzed horses, armed with the best of weapons
Her mind unrivalled, strategy unmatched
Despatching the fleet and sure of foot
With a wave of her arm
O clearest of thinkers, O unbending mind
When your chair was stuck, your horses tired
Why didn’t we stop, why didn’t we turn back
Why did we forget your difficulties
In the midst of our song?

Radiant Hope, she led every charge
At the front lines with courage aplenty
Whoops of daring to share with us all
O braveheart, O charging warrior
When the enemy’s shafts and swords pierced you
Why did we let you fall, in the midst of our song
How could we hope to win without you at our fore?

A hundred enemies could Strength knock out
With the force of a single punch
O Hammer of God, Pillar of Surety
We hid behind you, trampled you
Your cries unheard amidst our faltering song

A song of power, a song of victory
A song Aged Wisdom never got to hear
Shaky and slow, left behind
You never made it past the City Gates
Did you curse us? Did you mourn us?
As our youthful impatience rushed forward
And never looked back?

O Captain Resolve, Our captain Resolve
Who forged on when all was lost
When at last it was just you and I
‘Twas I that betrayed you, and ‘tis I who am left
The coward, the traitor
The one that watched us fall
‘Twas I that let the Silence in, ‘tis I who shall nevermore be named

For now with what remains of my thoughts
Now among the wreckage of my dreams
Now there is only Silence left, and that name shall I take
For even I fade away to find
My cowardly solace in Death