They will not stop.

A Poem by ghostprowller

Blegh, this is something that I wrote whilst hearing an argument.

They will still continue on.
After the torches light is gone.
After the dying gasps for breath.
After their beliefs fallen crest.

They will still march forward.
Through the drudge and mud onward
Through the arrows rotted teeth
Through natures forgotten beast.

They will still blindly advance.
As if in some dreamy trance.
As if they're near the land they seek,
As if they're close to holding peace.

They will still fight their loved ones.
And ignore the screams from them
And ignore the sacred ties
And ignore the blood red wine.

They will still refuse to stop.
Almost spinning their last top
Almost reaching insanity
Almost remembering mercy.

They will still never listen.
Because their warblades glisten
Because their armor's cracked
Because they can't turn back.

They will still turn a blind eye.
To the victims constant cries
To the ones lost on the road
To those who loved them so

Yet, still, they believe they're right.
They're shining in righteous light
They're the justice in this world
They're unopposed, and unfurled

But they will not hear the truth.
They will not accept their youth.
They will not accept their faith.
They will not accept the scathe.