Threshold

I stand at the threshold

Between light and dark.

I watch as beasts cry out

While men in armor ready their swords.

The sun is high, yet the smoke is thick.

The world seems still, yet feels swirling

As the Final Battle commences, never ending.

Men and Beasts collide.

The principles of humanity, the chaos of savages.

There is good, there is evil.

There is light, there is darkness.

There is order, there is chaos.

There is Man, there is Beast.

All live in this world, among the living and the dead.

The need to bring stability and a lust to be unstable, without limitations.

It is the choic of all men and women; which side do they wish to call home?

A war of endlessness, a war to end all wars.

A war to live and to die for.

Men must fight for their principles; honor, trust, and loyalty.

Beasts fight for one thing: self-preservation.

The tide always turns.

Men seem to win, then Beasts overcome and devour.

I stand at the threshold

Of this never ending War, to end all wars.

Light, darkness, good, evil, order, chaos, man and beast.

The final battle wages, never ending.