The Mother of Battles

(Disclaimer: No conformation to textbook poetic rules what-so-ever. Just emotions mingled with words.)

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Battles surround the existence,

Of a small existential lass.

Fighting wars since her childhood,

Commotion was the atmosphere she had.

Time went by and battles did happen,

As she settled in the sands of her time.

A fairy tale took her by surprise,

A harbinger of peace and calm,

Started inside the walls of her courts.

Soon meaning changed and new order was in place,

She smiled more often,

Welcoming the new change.

But the queen of battles,

Was the queen of battles after all.

In the heart of hearts,

The mother of battles,

Fought this one war,

Inside of her like none ever before.

Where be her real self, she worried,

In calm or amidst the unstable scene,

Despite all the calm she tried,

She ended with her own broken piece.

The mother of battles,

Fought her biggest war,

She fought herself, her pride,

And she took the fall.

The mother of battles,

No queen, no royalty,

Just a lass,

Who fights wars daily,

Loses and wins the same fights.

The mother of battles,

Will never be known.

As everyone has battles to fight, their own.

Fade

The smell that lingers upon me fades away,

Along it carries a fading fascination.

As the eyes draw towards other objects in the horizon,

The colour lifts off the skin that it had earlier stained.

Exchanges of mutual admiration,

Refurbishes into mutual acceptance,

Of the faults and the follies and the pain,

Amongst acceptance of the lesser life,

Of a future full of probable disdain.

Or is it me that fades?

From rationality and the freedom of space,

Is it my vision that is passing through a hue?

That colours everything to distinct red and blue.

Even if help comes my way, unless it be from you,

Pointlessness will be bred through and through.

I see you,

But is what I see true?

Or is it the hue?

Look me in the eye.

I see it twinkle, no it wasn't your smile,

Emotions of ranges high.

There was a breath, yes, you're sigh,

Summary of blatant lies.

Shrugged shoulders, creased forehead,

Justifications sent to a really numb head.

String of words that hold no life,

Just words to fill the vast void.

Shadow following your usual gait,

Shades of you that you just made.

A hint of red on your face seen bright,

Not your shame,

Not your misery,

I know that shade,

It's pride.

Look me in the eye,

I died.