Worldly Monster, a short poem.

I did this on a whim listening to E. S. Posthumous. I was just so compelled to type like no tomorrow all the themes, emotions and thoughts this music provoked.

The two mighty generals looked at eachother from across the dim plain, the army’s torches providing the only light in the moonless, starless, hopeless sky. The milky stars that had made the sky be so wholesome now averted their eyes to the plains in which there was once the prosporous country town. Looking across the vast distance, yet appearing face to face, it was as if time was standing still. Like nothing mattered but killing the other. And yet that wasn’t so; the war would continue long after they were dead. Suddenly they turned away and began to plant flags, and the red and gold flittered in the breeze that seemed to exist only because of that moment. The entire world shifted its gaze to the battlefield on which the territories would be decided, the toughest battles of man would be and will be fought for all eternity if fate willed it so. And one soldier cried out, “Let us fight! The time could not be better!” and his master replied
“no”. But the soldiers grew restless, some screamed and shouted to the heavens for victory of their nation and their beliefs, and praying to their god for their triumph of the elimination of those with disputes, political, social or logical. And either side was equal in the regard. It appeared as though, rather than logically cancelling each other’s opinion out through equal members on either end of the spectrum, It only made either side grow. But where does that leave the middle?