The Battlefield

[Atehequa]

Relentless in the methods you use
A siege lasting longer than that of Troy
Any day of peace is only a ruse
Precursor of what you will next employ
I know by now you will never yield
As your only love is the battlefield

I have heard your accursed war horns sound
Ever baiting me to join in battle
I have watched you fuck on bloody ground
In between your taunts and saber rattle
Never mindful of this war’s full extent
As past victories have made you overconfident

I will sadly question such a life
Seemingly at it’s best during a fight
The most joyful in times of strife
Causing daily pain, you sleep well at night
On your battlefield you are ever to be
Never knowing if I will attack or flee

Worn down you appear, from this long war
Each day won bringing you closer to defeat
Not so strong as you seemed before
Starting a conquest you could never complete
More dreadful time will surely go by
Out of your hollow victory, I shall fly

Call to me, but I shall never return
Sound your war horns if you will
Across the river, your bridge I shall burn
Late at night before going over the hill
Away from the battlefield, I will be
No more of your constant war for me

[dadio]

Good poem & theme.

[creativesoul]

looks like these words have said what they need to say- hopefully you will find healing from that war= i assume that this battlefield is within - hopefully you will win the nobel peace prize= aloha-nice write

[Arcadia]

powerful monologue, Atehequa...! gracias!