Battlefield

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Battlefield

The rumble from that distant cavern,

Black eyes, and streaking night

I fell upon the wolfen sword

Sharp and gleaming bright.

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Hear the drumbeats calling war

Hear the harken shield

The clash and growl of steely tools

And the ravens on the field.

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The sky run dark and streaked with blood

Of fallen men at arms

The fire blazing high with smoke

A call of macabre alarm

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I watch it pass in bleak surrender,

A witness to my fate

To watch as they fall down in blood

And Valkyries elate.

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The pound of feet breaking down the beach

Swallowed by the tide

The crumbling walls of pride and valor

Falling before my eyes.

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The passion within the eyes of those

That make the gleaming cut

Upon the heads of other men,

Like animals in rut.

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They thrash within their armor

They howl within their skin

They rush with muscles taut and learned

They beat you from within.

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All along these weathered soldiers

Seek to strike fear in our hearts

They are the symbols of our struggles

When love does pass or start.

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Love may be a battlefield,

But upon it we must rattle

With shields and fates and broken swords

That ring out like a gavel.

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Perhaps love is a baying hound,

A searcher at the call

But instead of bloody fields,

With grace it traps us all.

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So rush out to the battle grounds

And try to hold no fear

There is no triumph in ancient wars

But your glory could be near.

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And if you perish upon its fields

Fear not the mourning dawn

You’ll be taken up to higher places

Until the pain is gone.

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Pain replaced by intoxication.

Distrust for divine.

Anger for celebration.

Part of the grand design.

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