An Ode To Man

A thousand strings chopping the heart of man. An edged-blade piercing him to the core. As his own life bit him in anguish. And in himself is enraged and draws out the blade of war. Yes!war,war against the unseen pilferer of his glow. "Two summers ago,you were Lord",he saith to himself. The song of battle is heard inside him. It is not man against his foe but man against himself. He fights himself in order to see the light of his dreams.