Her army came stealthily in the night.
At first as a whispered nightmare easily soothed.
A simple misunderstanding of reality easily corrected
With negotiations and promises of a better tomorrow.
But her army grew restless and sought out those weak and vulnerable.
Terrorizing those who wonder the night and those who slept in their beds.
No one was safe.
All lights were never extinguished
To banish the shadows and expose truth.
But sleep came and so did they
With their long swords slicing up those who dreamed of a better future,
With their mallets to crush any readiness for tomorrow's fight.
And everyday slowly became a continual night.
A night where no friends exist.
Where trust is a treasure held more tenderly than money or love.
For a friend is a foe in disguise
And a foe is openly ready to take you down in the name of the tyrannical queen
The very one who began this war.
She laid barren many gardens where hope had grown.
She burned down temples and banished art
Leaving only obsession with death festering in every ally and dead end.
Waiting for the village to finally crumble and submit.
Submit to her need for control
Submit to her lies
Submit to the death she wishes for you.
Waiting for you to
Submit your heart and soul.
Submit to the sadness.
Submit to the anger.
Submit to the self-destruction.
Submit to the despair.
Submit to the nothingness.
Submit to the emptiness.
And never get up again to fight for the life that is rightfully yours.