The Irony of War

By Leve 'Dara

I drift along the shore
Hearing of the war
These things are not to be
For I have many dreams.

A peaceful little place
Much to my disgrace,
I hide away from you
And hope for something new.

Now darkened skies do come
And I know that I can't run,
She is coming here
She is what I fear.

I have never fought so hard
I've pitched and clawed and gnawed,
There's nothing left to do
I'd kill myself for you.

Libila's cruel cold hand
Is like a searing burning brand,
No matter where you go
She will always know.

And when the end draws near
there's nothing I will fear,
For when you live in rage
Life is but a cage.

Bleed and break, Tear and take, Hurt them all, See them fall.

And when the rage-filled mist does clear
I see that you are very near,
At the end of my wicked blade,
Is your cracked heart and bloody face.

And as I put my love aside
I see that you deserve to die,
The weak cannot withstand the strong
And so the meek white light will fall.

Now here I love no more
Feasting on this wretched war,
I'll not forget what I have lost
For what I've gained is so much more.

~ A warrior of Libila