Years Of Peace

With the mildness of dandelion spores
Dust clouds float gently
Embracing the absence of patterns
Finding dizzy sleep on this ground
Covering the golden booze
Oozing from a merry pile of jars.

Slowly my eyes adjust to the clarity outside
Piercing the brain like relentless mining picks.

Stubborn ember's light flickers and shut
Ashamed when obfuscated by the rising sun
Only for a brief moment
It won't be long until they're lit again.

Festivities are still roaring
A homage to glorious days
After witnessing years of victories
Fierce and brutal expansion
What's next to come?

Now we can only rest, rest and eat
And drink, and smoke, and stumble, and roll
But even with these endless celebrations
The horizon is a line of monotony
Surprisingly bitter gift for the accomplished success...
At least, for a warrior.

We swirl, and dance like sottish creatures
Expelling energy from every pore.

We let morning invite us to sleep
Something that night has evaded for many weeks...

Our dreams filled with vivid images
The heat of battle...
Sweat dripping inside the armor.

Slowly my eyes adjust to the clarity outside
Piercing the brain like relentless mining picks.

Stubborn ember's light flickers and shut
Ashamed when obfuscated by the midday sun.

Slowly my eyes adjust to the clarity outside...
No!!!