No clanging steel, nor cannons roar,
This battlefield's within the core.
No lines are drawn, no flags unfurl,
Just whispered doubts that try to swirl.
The enemy, a shadowy form,
Of fear and worry, keeping us warm.
They whisper lies of what can't be,
And steal the strength from you and me.
But courage here, a shining sword,
Can pierce the dark and break the cord.
Our thoughts, the troops in this domain,
Rallying cries, we must maintain.
Resolve, a shield, deflects the blow,
Of negativity's insidious flow.
Each victory, a battle won,
Against the demons, one by one.
So raise your voice, a battle cry,
Let hope and reason reach the sky.
For in this war, unseen and vast,
The greatest battles fought are the ones that last.

© rossdops