Colorless Combatants
A field of Sapphire
Stretched beyond mortal vision
The Somme dwarfed
Only Armageddon akin.
The sharp purity of the place
A blue so wild and savage
Polished gemstones compare not
Human Touch cannot damage.
The loss of light
Robs the gems of vigorous soul
Darkness engulfs the field
Sapphires turn to Coal
But fear not!
The shadowy void is brief
Light sheds the sinister cloak
The coal causes no more grief
This perfect place
Is Fouled by the stench of War
Brought without reason
Forever thirsting for more.
The armies have no leaders
No captain, no general
Every warrior free
Each to their own call.
The gladiators battle
Using ethereal blades
Cutting and slashing ravenously
Until each flees or fades.
These combatants are brothers
All decked in white
Related by nature
But fiercely they fight
Some warriors will lose themselves
Become locked up inside
Their armor will turn a murky black
The need for another to confide
The black ones will fight
But without soul nor courage
Emotion must be freed
Or fear perpetual rage
The fields are engaged
Full of colorless combatants
Brothers and strangers
A legend of Decadence
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