Command of Fate
Upon the snowy plain shadowed by a dimming sun,
Take this moment, your moment, cherish it,
Like a bar of gold, it cannot be taken with when life is done.
Emotions consume the thoughts, visiting in daydreams and nightmares,
A created prison, the fences high and electric,
A life sentence of torment, no parole here as the heart tears.
What is it worth, the caring, the anger, thoughts that make no real matter?
The happiness of the smallest joy clouded,
As a flag ignored and unlit, the weather fades and is left to tatter.
There is no control of fate, as the story already been written,
Succumbing to ignorant prophecy,
Surrendering to tread not swim, shy because once bitten.
As an eagle stalks its prey, or protects its nest,
Subtle balances of forces within,
Profound thoughts come to the mind, given its needed rest.
Command of the battlefield, calling each solider to bear arm,
Acceptance of inevitable conclusions,
A warrior survives, the fate of this war has done them but mental harm.
I know, I know, not my usual stuff, settle down everyone! I just wanted to try something different. The picture is my grandfather. He would have been 100 on Armistice Day. Read through it a couple times and fall in love or divorce it.
Also, a little plug to one of my favorite bands, Great White.