Horizon.

Again,
My friends…
The evening ends…

Take off
The masks
That help us pretend…

It’s true…
We are…
No closer to them…

Let go…
Of hopes…
Of our salvation. ..

Accept…
The truth…
In all that I am…

Again…
My friends…
Do not let them win…

Stand tall…
Don’t fall…
Keep faith unbroken…

Shrink not…
In strength…
The knot will strengthen. ..

Be wise…
See far…
Past the horizon…

Again…
My friends…
The skirmish begins

Winner Takes History.

It was in the flash of a light,
in the blink of one eye,
in the crash of a thunderous wave,
by the shoreline’s firelight,
in the midst of the telling,
of a horribly painful lie,
with the ease of the sun’s,
rising once again, bright –
that I found myself wondering,
amidst the lows and the highs,
there I be: ever-questioning
and inquiring as to the solidity,
of the truth behind the truest things –
the tales of many kings and queens,
in rule over this primordial life,
who was wrong or right?
which was the winner,
of which meaningless fight?
a winner doesn’t choose,
who was wrong or right –
the winner tells the story,
of the loser that’s left behind,
and so – history is told,
letters – big and bold,
no matter, the accuracy involved,
just another perk for those,
left standing on their toes.