Spheres of fire burst asunder

Lightning sears our eyes

Blades clash in peals of thunder

Shockwaves shred the skies

 

Cacophony of sight and sound

The Atysian battlefield

Soon will still, and come to ground--

Then truths will be revealed

 

No drops of blood on blades of grass

No funeral pyres blaze

No stench of death will come to pass

When the scent of ozone fades

For this is war between the blessed

Immortals, you and I

What differences can't be redressed

When none of us has died?

No clarity to win or lose;

When both sides walk away

And all who fought survive to choose

If we live in peace today

Keoni

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