the battle

once upon a time

the warrior fought a battle

him and the enemy

raged 'cross the earth

destroying all in their wake

and the battle lasted a century

but the warrior won

defeating the enemy

the enemy fell

with a crash into the sea

and the warrior stood

forever valiant

and waited for the world's adoration

which never came

for there was no one left

and the warrior fell to the earth

in shock and sorrow

and he was no more

how could i know

the day i yelled at you

how could i know that when the door shut

you cried yourself sick

a whole box of tissues 

used and crumpled all over the bed?

the day you yelled at me

how could i know that when i slammed the door

you stumbled blindly

sat and stared at a blank wall for a week

couldn't speak a cohesive sentence?

the day we broke up

how could i know that when i turned my back

you sat on a bench 

in the snow

and didn't move

until someone came to lead you to your apartment

and you were in the hospital for three days 

with pneumonia?

the day we broke up

how could i know that when i watched you go

you ran and ran and ran

then stood on the bridge

contemplating the water

and you would have jumped into the icy depths

if someone hadn't come to stop you

and you didn't leave your house

or move at all

for three weeks?

the day i moved

how could i know that when the plane took off

you were watching the sky

and thinking of me

surrounded by friends

and feeling more lonely 

than you had ever felt before?

the day you moved

how could i know that when the plane took off

you took out that photo we took

so long ago

and stared at it

and dialed my phone number so many times

always pushing the clear button?

the day when it hurt most

how could i know that 

you were contemplating

a bottle of pills?

the day when it hurt most

how could i know that

you bought a pistol

and a box of bullets?

the day the phone rang

how could i know that you hadn't moved

or eaten

or drank

or slept soundly

for three days

and all your friends were concerned

and tried to talk to you

and brought you the ringing phone?

the day the phone rang

how could i know that you were in a rage

because your friends confiscated

the pills

the razors

the gun

the chemicals

the alcohol

and they dialed my number

and forced you to talk?

the day the phone rang

you cried

the day the phone rang

you threw the phone across the room

the day the phone rang

something broke

the day after the phone rang

it rang again

frozen

something is coming

anticipation

the moon shines bright

a million miles above us

i can feel it

we are beneath a sea of glass

watching waves crash above our heads

suffocating

the moon is above

watching coldly

with empty eyes

and indifference enough to kill us all

we wander blindly

unseeing with light all around

the moon is too bright for us

we are defeated soon

and all we can do now is wait

wait for the moon to snuff itself out

something is coming

coming to choke the moon's light

and now we see

with cold but seeing eyes

the moon far above the sheet of glass

frozen in a sphere of ice

color

once upon a time of old

there was a silver pot of gold

and in the pot was something good

a rose bouquet, a heart of wood

a box of sweets wth naught inside

a flock of doves, a soft deer hide.

and all these things together mixed

and poured into a box of sticks.

the box was shook and shook around

and thrown into a hollow mound

which soon was flooded by the sea

and drowned along with even me.

the ocean killed me in a flash

but this here box survived at last

and saved the world with rose bouquet

and dove flock, sweet box, all ash gray

each had its uses, to the last

yet not a color came to pass.