Imagine a day that held peace for the cold,
Instead of desolate hunger.
Imagine a day with happy souls without an underlying darkness,
Instead of always being haunted by the night.
Imagine a day where all could come from hiding,
Instead of creeping further into their burrows.
Imagine a day that kept clear skies,
Instead of deceiving those who looked up.
Imagine a day that could forget all the night's troubles,
Instead of always reminding of it.
Imagine a day that held promise of better suns,
Instead of imminent doom.
Imagine a day that children could play without worry,
Instead of looking over their shoulders every moment.
Imagine a day that believed in kissing those who dance in the sun,
Instead of burning their hearts with malcontent.
Imagine a day that souls could appreciate this broken world,
Instead of further defiling it.
Imagine a day that comforted,
Instead of bringing more destruction.
Imagine a day...
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
