The battle is over
Vanquished is the foe
Yet why triumph trusts
So bitter, so hollow?
In the eye of my mind
Each enemy was a villain.
Yet when I saw it true.
Were no monsters, just men.
Men, much like us,
Trying to do what's right.
Our perceptions at odds
Mirroring the sides of the fight.
Warring for Lords
Who use us as pawns
Is glory so great, risking
The sight of another dawn?
T'was not the war
But the pillage that came after
Fashioned my doubt of men
Heeding the devil on their shoulder.
Noble causes forgotten
Once reaping the spoils of war
The blood of innocents staining
Mens' honors and their swords.
The crowds cheer our names,
Place on our heads, Hero's crowns.
I paste a smile on my face.
It's my heart that wears a frown.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
The battle is over
Vanquished is the foe
Yet why triumph trusts
So bitter, so hollow?
In the eye of my mind
Each enemy was a villain.
Yet when I saw it true.
Were no monsters, just men.
Men, much like us,
Trying to do what's right.
Our perceptions at odds
Mirroring the sides of the fight.
Warring for Lords
Who use us as pawns
Is glory so great, risking
The sight of another dawn?
T'was not the war
But the pillage that came after
Fashioned my doubt of men
Heeding the devil on their shoulder.
Noble causes forgotten
Once reaping the spoils of war
The blood of innocents staining
Mens' honors and their swords.
The crowds cheer our names,
Place on our heads, Hero's crowns.
I paste a smile on my face.
It's my heart that wears a frown.
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