There is a boy I know;
Who has a war raging inside of him.
One side comes armed with swords of memories past;
Riding on navy blue serpents.
They attack in the heart of the night
As the moon cast down its sorrowful gaze.
The other side is vastly outside numbered;
We are a rag-tag group with only a few daggers,
But many shield.
As hard as we try, the Night-attackers occasionally slip through.
Time ticks by,
We slowly make progress.
I can only hope that that some day
The darkness disappears.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
There is a boy I know;
Who has a war raging inside of him.
One side comes armed with swords of memories past;
Riding on navy blue serpents.
They attack in the heart of the night
As the moon cast down its sorrowful gaze.
The other side is vastly outside numbered;
We are a rag-tag group with only a few daggers,
But many shield.
As hard as we try, the Night-attackers occasionally slip through.
Time ticks by,
We slowly make progress.
I can only hope that that some day
The darkness disappears.
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