While gazing out the window,
Of a Frosted Sunday morn,
I witnessed the play of children
Romping in laughter and scorn.

The ocean of innocent white,
Paid homage to their violent games.
They rolled, hissed and rioted
Reducing each other with names.

“I can’t believe I loved you
For so long I writhed in pain.
China and Africa now have met,
I’ll fall for you never again.”

Air raids shook the sky,
Trees roared in their limbs.
The dying battle flared up again
As the water reached the brim.

“You’ll fall when I say you fall,
for I control the Time.
You promised me Forever
and Forever’s far down the line.

Follow me down that path
Where greener pastures are found.
Promise to obey me
And our circle will go ‘round.”

It was a sad, pathetic day
to see Prometheus tortured so.
Shaking my head, I walked away
Nonchalant of the occurrences below.
O how lovers past and present
Fuel their passion and revenge.
To forgive and forget is not a process,
But a means to a quickened end.

Sipping my coffee peacefully,
I gaze down at Liberty Street.
I admire their wartime rituals
and how they stay so sweet.