The Song Of Truce

For nights have I dreamed

Where banners gleamed

But not to where it took us.

For every day, it lasted and counted back.

Rising silence, broken swords

Shone over the sky at large

Each twilight, bullets trickled

Through interfering air.

Can we make a truce?

A truce that shall last,

A truce for myriad eternity.

Thus, a question arose.

To again start a dirty way

Or make peaceful a day as this.

So sought the uprising of a truce.

For the beaten and perished,

All night and day last eternal.

That arrows blotted the Sun

And prospects tore with strife

The price of our tenacity.

Just to suffer the repentance

Of a long-forsaken

Draft for a truce.