July 9, 2009

Neverending Battle

Trained to stand against any man…
He had been struck, stabbed, shot, and burned.
But none won the war; just some had lost more,
And again his adversary returned.

Matched in their skill, neither wanted to kill,
But both struggled still, to survive.
The threat would draw near and in the shadow of fear
Is where they felt most alive.

But the battle grew old and with heart turning cold,
He struck desperate blows … and then several more.
That battle soon done with the war still not won,
But the mirror then shattered and fell to the floor.


Anonymous said...

Very good ~ didn't like the choice of picture to go with Grey's writing.


Grey said...

The picture illustrates that global reflection is a myriad of individual reflections.
I liked it :)