Playing grown up games
Secretly
Without a conscience
Or a direction
To run
As destruction comes
Defiance
Persists
Resist shock waves
Of pain
To spill light again
Through the blackened eyes
And strain
Of simply being.
I have seen this vision before
Folklore
Dancing elves
And me
Singing gloomy tunes
Below them.
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