Here I stand

Here I stand,

Among the ashes, the ruins, the fire;

Among fallen heroes, sunk egos, butchered heads!!

The Phoenix must rise!

The mortals must bow..!

War begets war, but not the peace of mind!

The path has been long, tiring, painful..

Of which what remains is nostalgia.

Those who once had souls in them,

War and not I, drew them out; turning them to corpses!

This was not my pick, still I abhor it!

You! The feeble, mere, You, is what is left of the vast;

I, the burning, crimson, Me, is what turned of the void!!

I for one, did not want this!

You, for sure, did not plan for this!!

Fate! Cruel, brute, bloody fate!!

Look of what is left, of your world, O Mighty Man!!

Look for the reaper, run from the beast in me!!

But, you won’t run; Ego or valor, can’t make out really..

Shining blades, heavy armors, flexed muscles…

The war cries filled the air soon,

Metal clashing against metal,

Metal tearing into flesh, blood spilling, feeding the ground!!

You tried to fight, I must confess; but try is what it ever was!

It ended as was meant to, in a flash, the blade did it’s part,

As did You!

War begets war, but not the peace of mind!

I for one, did not want this!