The War Within
Sunlight streaming amber, brilliant blinding bronze
Living on a battlefield and angry is the dawn;
Sharp with splendor midday comes, ablaze on glinting steel
At times like these I know the least of what I really feel.
Slashing sabres open wounds with not the will to heal
As fools collide - to then decide - a victor’s crown to steal!
Comes a gasp then fading fast, enraged, can only moan
As evening draws a crimson veil, awash on bitter stone.
R. L. Iverson 2002
