The shadow cast, reviled

In the light of a raging, unbridled hatred

I found the corpse of all the former magic…

some wars never end; lives left matted,

spiraling down; meaningless and tragic.

No winter song or whispered lullaby

can keep at bay the bitte'ness

that blindly endures beyond.

Our soul's consumed with fleetness

by a hatred we find ourselves so fond,

that we make of war our alibi.

Whatever was real lies broken,

reduced to rubble and seeping vileness

that deforms what once was kindness

and leaves love lost unspoken.

In the fires of a heart once grand

lies harm in silent ambush,ready to smite me where I stand…

disguised as an aloof thrush;

false calm, hate's perennial token.

So, I live on unconcerned yet wary,

for that heart's no stone but a quarry

where all of my craft turned to spoils,

no pardon ever gained, a memory…

that ever soils.