The Battle

Rain attacks through the latter night

Waves of merciless battalions

Dreams take off as if they're in flight

Upon their nightmarish stallions

I listen to its echoed tune

As it drums on the window pane

My memories will be coming soon

Dancing naked with the insane

Lady moon is modest tonight

Her brazen Helen figure veiled

I want to hold her regal sight

Because I myself somehow failed

I know the day will mask my scars

And dawn will camouflage the dust

Where three o'clock flooded my eyes

The sun will dry me into rust

In the morning I must emerge

If I am to survive this war

Even if I teeter at the verge

I'm further in than the day before