TERRA INCOGNITA

CONFLICT

Heart does have an overbearing mind of its own

In its hold, prevailing magic and arts are sown

Quite a place of wonder by no means could be blown

What a varying shade of different colors shown

This feat one could perform, one should bear the grunt

The strong lives on while weak dies in a hunt

Those who domineer has always seemed so blunt

To those who subdue and fall among the runt

One thing never fades no matter what we breed

It flows anywhere that lastly bound to greed

Flaunting its potent like a mighty steed

Trampling any hope might have that of a freed

Struggling and longing for a final peace

Though emotional wars never seem to cease

Like undying pain that nothing could appease

Gone unheard all those dying words and pleas

One holds the power that will save the other

So is the key to end them altogether

Now be wise to initiate your order

To declare finally it is now over.