The Unfought Battle

Not the least vanquished
In the face of these hopeless years
Upon the highest rocks they stand
Clad in their shiny armours
Awaiting orders to proceed to the battlefield
Orders that may never blow forth
Not now
Hopefully someday

The first all dazzling
Pollutes the air with justice
His only parcel
His one weapon to fight the battle

The sword of serenity
Tightly fitted into the other’s hand
Awaiting the un-venturing time
To pierce it through the hearts of men

He stands
Highest above others
With a smile that penetrates the soul
Eyes that melt the heart
The hearts of all men
With his shield of love

Armoured up
They await
To fight the unfought battle.

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