A New Dawn Poem by Whimsical Wanderer

The fissure closes
Pain's agents retreat
The skies part for a beam
The ground reclaims its place beneath my feet

A thought rises, hard to ignore
Perhaps this is a farce, perhaps things will return to how they were before
With a flash of lightning and thunder
This newfound peace will be ripped asunder

For the biggest boon might turn out to be the biggest curse
Thinking is also anathema
The fleeting moments where thoughts lay still
Are the only ones that afford peace

The battle changes its purpose
The mission is to stop stray thoughts
Their advent brings demons
Unstoppable is their onslaught

The process is so tiring
There is always a new foe
Will the rampaging never stop
Until I am in my death throes?

Allies rally to the cause
One after another
But Fate's design is devious
It pushes them further and further

Maybe this conflict is all mine
Mine to fight on my own
Though the tree may take years to grow
The seed has been sown

The armor I wear is incredibly heavy
For its the safest protection I have
A change of strategy might be in order
Perhaps I should go for an all-out attack