Dusk of the Battle

Many times,

in the middle of this war,

I said to me,

this is the final battle.

But when the battle went on,

the resistance fade,

and so my belief of winning,

and the lost came so.

I lost many battles,

my cavalry says,

but I see a bright light,

in this big wall of misery.

Times are changing,

enemies are weakening,

and so their allies.

The war is not lost,

and the next may not be my last battle.

But whatever will happen,

one thing sure I must,

and be in the belief,

that when the unknown hour calls,

I’m ready for the fire,

and the shields will be upon my army,

waiting the fire to appease.