Battle's end resolves into stillness,
Declaring time unwelcome.
Disturbing the evil between worlds,
Glimpsing the shadow lands beyond,
Victorious and vanquished lies entangled,
One’s last breathe filling the breathe of the other.
A heart beats and the wheel turns again.

In the chilled light of victory's dawning
Tendril ties of loss slither
Forth to bind the strong, yanking them,
Uncertain, to weal the sword of death,
Its merciless turn pulling them down.
Yanked by fear, seduced by despair, they waver.
Their triumph becomes hope in the dark.

On the first starlit eve of victory,
Peace settles on weary souls,
Soothing wounds and seducing the
Wise to wish on a deathless path.
But love grinds the wheel of life again,
Pulling hope along in the wake of anguish.
Wishes melt into the heart of truth.

Daylight shines on victory's aftertime,
The death and the life lay bare.
Memories, heartaches and hope calls
The courageous turn to weal the sword of fate.
Crushed beneath its rims, they weep.
Finding faith in endless cycles, they believe
Memories will bear the pain of sacrifice.

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