"Grief is a delicate balance between sadness and anger."

[kyrasantae]

What now of the other self
Who cries, "to arms! To arms!"
As though to save
This world from hate forevermore,
But by fighting in this war
Makes itself the same:
The same renegade with brazen fire
Magnified by hate's desire
Walks through plains of fallen lives
Mimics Death, and so he thrives.




Here's to another sleepless night.