A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, e2 - poetry novel.
everlasting war
1.
The war goes on.
She watches from her window as the soldiers come and go, as the children grow weapons before they grow beards and how the sheen of their sweat is coloured
With blood, bright red blood, that colours the flag of war as well
And that stone, the heart that beats
in the centre of this war.
That stone is the holy grail they chase and they don't even know, don't realise it's the holy grail of the war they seek and it's no holy grail at all. They seek it because it's a holy grail to them – their beacon of hope – but they're children still even if they are children who wield real adult swords and they don't realise that hope is, in its pits, a deep despair
And the stone shines red on its surface;
red like the sun, red like war,
and red like blood that fuels said war
And the war goes on.