The War

A Poem by Amiable

The poem extols the fight between a person's mind captivated in the falsehood of today's world and his inner soul.

The crusade against that devil of mine,
That craves me out for felony acts and desire of perverse pride..

I set a rage against thine; rage rage against the dying of light!
Those scars of struggle then turn;
into the glowing charm of 'following and remembering the Divine.'

The darkness of night in which devil whispers his knell,
So powerful and ferocious are those chants of 'death-spells'.

But setting my hopes towards those 'brighter happier times',
I turn up again like a knight!
Standing in the mid-flow of mighty stream once again!

With the undying faith in my heart;
While this time- I whisper in my devil's ear...
"You are just a stream and I am the Storm.
The Good and White shall always sustain,
and your darkness and evil shall surely perish again and again.

By heart the message from God and you shall be saved!
From seeing the mirror on the 'day of judgement'
and escape the sight of your eerie life that went in vain..."