ready your bows
there is a war brewing
and the storm
that will savage us all
is quickening it's pace
brace your shields
against a invisible enemy;
a shadow in the dark,
brandish your swords
hacking and slashing
at the seams holding you together
protect yourself
destroy yourself
two sides of my mind at war
both winning
both sure to lose
the wolves howl at the half moon
and the crows fly in their ******
picking at the eyes of the fallen
create yourself
banish yourself
an inevitable defeat
but who wins?
who loses?
And pray tell,
at what cost?