I took a walk at yester dawn
into the world of warriors bygone
The world where might was right
Differences settled in a battle or fight
The world of lovers asunder torn
A death at battle, honor to adorn
Tales of valor from the sad lovelorn
Sung aloud to children unborn
Walked back thoughtfully to present life
Calm and seemingly devoid of strife
Anger calmed and faces serene
Fights too rare, battles unseen
Noticed the bubbling unrest within
Hearts screaming, patience growing thin
Coil strung, volcano waiting to erupt
Against the unjust and the world corrupt
I am not sure how long the truce can hold
When the dams shall break and the coils unfold
I agonize about the impending flare
Inferno of ire, the moment of despair
