A sword without it’s blade.

Hours pass swiftly
but the minutes are slow.
Dragging painfully
his mind to thought.
Their juvenile pranks,
the battles fought,
their permanent ranks
Or so they thought.
Armed to the teeth
their experience naught.
Attempting great feat
Sometimes they united
against a common foe.
As their interests collided
because they wanted more.

The battlefield is silenced
as one opponent falls.
Screams of the wounded
paints the white palls.
Years have passed
since the last Great War.
But his enemy remained
Still shaken to the core
A warrior without his enemy
A sword without it’s blade…



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