Morning Poetry.

[evanescentsoul]

The Sword and the Stone

I find myself amongst scattered stones.
Fallen heroes and indifferent hearts.

The chaotic rush of defiant inhumanity,

And the deafening thunder of war.

When I live such things,
I no longer find my honor,

I find my soul to be untouchable,

The search for a king is over.

I hold onto a blade,

That once defended all I cared for,

By destroying the very thing,

That someone else needed so dearly.

No one, not even I, can define why.

There was a time when great cause,

Gave inspiration to a time of excellence.

But that moment is over, death comes to all.

What is this hope we seek;

is it the futile hope of everlasting love,

or the disdain we all have of our possession?

Covered by the tears of loss, we all find only want.

Day after day, year after year,

The very heart that held my world together,

became harder than the world around me,

and my only love was turned to stone.

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