Warfare

The death toll is fleeting in this field of violence.
A skirmish is waged at every moment of silence.
The drums of war call my darkness and my light.
Watch them clash all throughout the long night.

The earth disappeared beneath the sea of corpses.
And yet both sides still appear to have infinite forces.
I do my best to maintain diplomacy amidst the fire.
I do so all throughout the night until the morning I tire.

It brings me much pain to know these fights never end.
Because at one point these sides were just wills I could bend.
The war has yet to reach the the surface of my exterior.
I can only hope that in the end I can prove myself superior.

Hope is fading in this vying for who is wrong and right.
And today it is only the dead whom will answer my plight.
Warfare will rage on for the rest of my life.
But I will do what I can to end this eternal strife.