For the lines that had held up enough to always save or try to reinforce again for coming battles, numbered too many to continue to find any had survived or still stood a fighting chance less subside come to see it leave the living scattered by the piece each left behind amongst the debris as were still left of enough to attempt another try to rebuild once tall and strong had been to stand with heart as held in hand a sword and shield withstand again if intent had been left in not for loss to win by less an interest held for then to want but rather be buried safely held by mother earth under dirt not piles of dead bodies to cover all that hurt and lay to sleep for eternity to dream away a hellscape faced in life it were not rebuilt again to chase glories unrealized but to fall again as always seems to come by count to have so many times, fools shoals so many toil for the foolish in attempts to build back by division again uncertain wars of attrition are without goals or spoils of queens to capture a kings ransom were to treasure keep in fortress, tower, turrets, walls, or lands proclaim did not confuse for any more a conqueror determined undeterred to lose had been a clear cut above in win no other choice to choose, but not for love were there to be but only two to lose.
The first days were wrought in stench left so to bloat a corpse to rot left to time
The flies gathered for weeks to dine.
Waiting like wolves for a feast drawn in by the scent of once fresh spilled blood warmed in the flesh by flight for the failed attempt slowed by bite of poison for no fleeing from a kill ends where it begins as starts to cool and congeal awaiting for teeth sharp enough to steal away to eat by mouth less spoken to invite a tongue of one to join in taste it still to feel welcome as a course were really meant at least for the main to be lead on to come served impart of the awaiting meal a wretched meat had they become yet to feast upon the gracious say grace in thanks were the check to pay meant then to please
Chaos in clutter gained ground by the day,
encircling, entrenching, it were a war of attrition,
left surrounded by the wreckage for all the memories,
held in corpse of all the loss that remains as life unravels in the claims for good measure to comfort as it explodes inches from one's face
screams there were consequences in antes placed,
Deals, wagers, and gambles for bets in pitch black darkness of the darkest of all unseen places.
There would have to be in the end a winner,
with these words found in eyes read now by yet to be crowned has long past and king enthroned then sat the winner reigns to be the more lost than found a sinner.
Try as one might, to fight, to bring love and cast light.
In Darkness can not be, can not see, can not free, and so love can not be.
If darkest before the dawn is true than what a wonderful light awaits.
Growing ever darker here, must be ever brighter where breath abates.
There must be a great light, where her eyes end.
There must be a great love, just past horizon.
There must be a great life just after this one ends.
There must be salvation from the hell sent,
There must be a rapture to straighten the hell bent.
There must be the children of eyes held innocence.
There must be the worthy not worth their weight in sins
There must be
So took up residence and paid hell rent,
To man the flame upon an edge that leaned more toward hell lent,
to catch the currency by souls to save from an eternity in hell spent,
signed a deal with darkness cast no line lay at depth those greatest were to burden,
for their place below was above deemed to be for certain.
So cast day after day never deep a line lay,
til a voice of such beauty from the depths sang, echoed the words of patience a wise man had once heard to say,
a promised catch the one sung with love such a voice sang, so cast the last deep the line lay.
To save the last so promise kept, as darkness to collect its debt, one soul caught meant for regret.
Rather than return the wager bet, turned to the pit of flame and in lept.
To deny darkness its win,
to deny only doing so in sin
with darkness ever closing in
sacrificed heaven for hell again
to gamble on love on the edge where lost souls send
for less a chance save from the pit where all good end,
allowing to see light and love again,
having climbed from abyss to where the heavens begin,
turn back to face the flames and jump right back in.
Why?
for the fish are man the damned,
what heaven then forsakes a fisherman,
casts line and wait for but one to take bait,
both to fish a bigger sea,
together lit by love
together both free
together in their own heaven
together always be
So says the sands to the Sea
So separately begins I and desperately ends me
So together live on the line at end of the hook instead of us then as we,
cast out for all time for better to see,
a line along hell at rim laid understood to be..
abate to bite in better for air are two to breath
or swallowed in ones sin found a fisherman,
drowned by love,
sung for one,
just two Sea.



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