Sword

Must we shed blood today
to stand to our beliefs
rather than just to walk away
and come back again tomorrow

Why do we intend to finish
something that was meant to fail
an inevitable defeat
yet still breathing for that fate

Questions of reason, of rationale,
of justification we take no notice of

A virtually imperceptible atrophy
yet it seem to be

Continue to go forward
a path of dimming light
you get to lose your superficiality
you get to lose your life

A storm of rage to a
drip of rain - the beat of our hearts
meant to fade and wither
but still, it was meant to last

We get to lose our lives
however, we get to keep our pride.