Scott Urban


Battleground

Colliding forces, colors blur, rainbow hues blended.
Dividing lines are gone from view.
God's work is upended.
No defense against commencing war between the two.
Unseen voices whispering.
Who are the chosen few?

Raging battles, cast their shadows blanketing the light.
Preoccupied when darkness falls, the swords crush bone with might.

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