The War cometh...

.A cold breeze blows
Sending chills down my spine and the deep dark crevices of my being
A vulgar fear grips pulls and stretches my nerve strings
and plays a song of dread
A war is coming
Can you hear it?
The drumrolls out in the horizon
Can you feel it?
The flinches of mothers at the sound of gunshots and warcries
A war...
Between mindless Belligerence
And ruthless Cunning
The war we wished to outlive and outrun
It's coming...
The first casualties will be innocence
Lock up your babies for they will be maimed
And you will not hear their wails
For the poison doesn't hurt but kills
Their mouths shall forget giggles
Their eyes shall exile awe..
Next, it will be the lovers
Flowers will lose their color and scent
Chocolates will lose their taste
Kisses will lose their passion
And Beauty will lose its home...
In the end it will be all of us
The war comes for all of us
And will not end until all that's left are the ghosts of a million stories untold
The burnt remains of imagination
And the tyranny of an endless cycle of struggle...