The Place Of Many Beginnings And Endings
By Cyborg_Number_18
You step out from the woods,
To the clearing you know well.
For this is a place of many things,
Where lives end, And begin.
Where harmony and destruction dance,
'Till things are brought new again.
This is the place of many beginnings and endings,
Where fearless battles are fought,
And many die trapped in a meaningless battle,
Ending their lives with an enemies sword.
Where many victories are made,
And men celebrate all together,
How they made the win working all together,
Each sword apart, And yet one.
A place where good and evil step,
Giving sidelong glances at one another,
'Till one or the other finally attacks,
And neither wins;
Each blow brilliantly parried,
Each strike shockingly blocked.
Where the children of good women come to lay down their lives,
In the name of some other,
And die bloodied on the ground,
As the soldiers who slew them,
Wipe bloodied swords clean on the ground.
The once-green grass is rusted with dried blood,
And an old sword is still stuck in a tree.
The endless battles that revolved here,
Now times by three.
The two young men battle,
One silent, The other snarls.
They move in time to an ancient rythm,
Nothing interfering with their dance.
One of the boys wears an armor of green,
To bring light back into this grove,
To bring his colors to the grasses.
The other wears black,
To continue the senseless slaughter,
To bring his colors to the world.
Silent and calm,
The first boy waits.
Finally the opening is seen,
As the boy in green's opponent attacks.
He lunges,
And the boy strikes through the lowered defenses,
Striking him.
The battle is won,
As the man in black dissappears.
Once again Light prevails over Darkness,
The world at peace again.
But for how long,
The boy wonders,
Until the man in black attacks again?
A smile plays across a new boy's lips as he enters the meadow,
His dark-blue armor glinting in the new-born sunlight.
He takes his dazed and dizzied friend by the hand,
To lead him away from the battlefield to safety and home.
The grass turns green,
Reborn with the light,
And the sword in the tree dissappears.
But still centuries of battle,
Have yet to be done here.
It is the place of many beginnings and endings,
Where good men come to die,
Bringing with them armies,
And never leaving at all.
It is the place of many beginnings and endings,
The endless dance of the Light and the Darkness,
Revolving endlessly in a battle in this place.
The boy in green looks back once,
He has seen you.
He gazes back and smiles a bit,
Acknoledging his own victory,
Which now bears a witness.
You turn towards home and walk away;
There is nothing more to be done here,
For a while.
P.S:
If you didn't know, the boy in green was Sage, the man in black Cale, and the boy in dark-blue was Rowen. It is in an older, almost medievil setting, with the sword-battles still going on in the world, before guns were even thought of, but the Ronins were always around. Hope you liked it! *18*
By Cyborg_Number_18
You step out from the woods,
To the clearing you know well.
For this is a place of many things,
Where lives end, And begin.
Where harmony and destruction dance,
'Till things are brought new again.
This is the place of many beginnings and endings,
Where fearless battles are fought,
And many die trapped in a meaningless battle,
Ending their lives with an enemies sword.
Where many victories are made,
And men celebrate all together,
How they made the win working all together,
Each sword apart, And yet one.
A place where good and evil step,
Giving sidelong glances at one another,
'Till one or the other finally attacks,
And neither wins;
Each blow brilliantly parried,
Each strike shockingly blocked.
Where the children of good women come to lay down their lives,
In the name of some other,
And die bloodied on the ground,
As the soldiers who slew them,
Wipe bloodied swords clean on the ground.
The once-green grass is rusted with dried blood,
And an old sword is still stuck in a tree.
The endless battles that revolved here,
Now times by three.
The two young men battle,
One silent, The other snarls.
They move in time to an ancient rythm,
Nothing interfering with their dance.
One of the boys wears an armor of green,
To bring light back into this grove,
To bring his colors to the grasses.
The other wears black,
To continue the senseless slaughter,
To bring his colors to the world.
Silent and calm,
The first boy waits.
Finally the opening is seen,
As the boy in green's opponent attacks.
He lunges,
And the boy strikes through the lowered defenses,
Striking him.
The battle is won,
As the man in black dissappears.
Once again Light prevails over Darkness,
The world at peace again.
But for how long,
The boy wonders,
Until the man in black attacks again?
A smile plays across a new boy's lips as he enters the meadow,
His dark-blue armor glinting in the new-born sunlight.
He takes his dazed and dizzied friend by the hand,
To lead him away from the battlefield to safety and home.
The grass turns green,
Reborn with the light,
And the sword in the tree dissappears.
But still centuries of battle,
Have yet to be done here.
It is the place of many beginnings and endings,
Where good men come to die,
Bringing with them armies,
And never leaving at all.
It is the place of many beginnings and endings,
The endless dance of the Light and the Darkness,
Revolving endlessly in a battle in this place.
The boy in green looks back once,
He has seen you.
He gazes back and smiles a bit,
Acknoledging his own victory,
Which now bears a witness.
You turn towards home and walk away;
There is nothing more to be done here,
For a while.
P.S:
If you didn't know, the boy in green was Sage, the man in black Cale, and the boy in dark-blue was Rowen. It is in an older, almost medievil setting, with the sword-battles still going on in the world, before guns were even thought of, but the Ronins were always around. Hope you liked it! *18*
