Last Battle

For this the last battle,

A purgatory of sin

A war of muddy fire

A Pandemonium on earth.

So far from my past life,

Torn from my youth,

Thrust into the inferno.

Yellow mist and red rain.

Shaking, a child, what more can I do,

But walk through the chaos

And hope for a vision of you

For this our last battle,

A lost generation

An absence of joy

A devolution into the flames

A single grey feather

Lands on the fallen,

Life falters around me.

The god stir my loose fate

Shaking, a child, but steadfast in my mind,

I muster up the courage

And remember your eyes.

For this my last battle,

In a playground for demons

A man-made sort of hell

I am the living dead

I think of my past life,

And regret it's constrictions.

If I am to die,

Alone and so cold

Shaking, a child, eager in loving

surrounded by hate,

I wait for nothing in agony

And picture your face.

For this the last battle,

A terrifying thing

A filthy bravery

An angry tragedy

Endeavored to face,

As if I do not fear.

Every second I dress myself

Valiant, determined, and strong

But without you, a child, inwardly tearful.

This to my last love, last beat of my heart,

I am engulfed in the chaos,

Imagining you're in my arms.