War

Wars of the past, unraveled nightmares that must remain so,

Like the night skies only remains beautiful with stars,

We make our wars and peace, yet the world will always have those who choose to breakthrough every sound piece,

To leave behind stories engraved in broken words by those who finished them in the mist of smoke,

Yet the world remains ready to lay another unknown body amongst thousands still untold,

When the thin line between war and peace will break to set free the monster hidden in man.