The black sea churns over twisted remains
of metal and silver,
hopes, dreams, and love remain fragments
in the eyes of the beholder.
In the epics of old, war romanticized,
despite the blood and gore spread like wildfire,
The mindless games begin,
hopelessness never to expire.
And what gain gets he who fights and wins,
but blacked truths of fires within,
For among the seas of this foreign world
lie monsters and men who tire,
Lies known yet accepted
wanting revel in mire.
But light be not extinguished by dark
as here fire to water,
But hope renewed fills the heart
when they put down the liar.
Steam ascends. It now begins.
Hope, fear, love, and hate yet lie within.