The Battle of Ayluii

She held fire in her hands,
With initiative to plan the haze
And the glory of the past was all that’s in her head

We’ve been dreaming of the world
As one big globe of celebration but the mob
Kept telling us there’s nothing we can change

She wanted to revisit the place
Where everything began, where the story started
to take shape, where her future manifested through the maze

“Coming back here, it’s all full of ghosts”,
she sighed and threw herself on the floor,
leaving us with silent mockery, disappointment, wanting more

“We’re all that’s to blame for”, she softly
lamented into the hands in front of her face,
“we somehow need to restart the bonfire in our hearts"

Anyhow, we thought, grabbed the guns
And swords of steel, the many silver bullets
In our palms and clad ourselves in grays and browns

Some of us took that invisible drug
To push us to the outer limits of ability,
While others relied purely on instinct and courage,

And so we’re standing on the wall,
Our gaze turned east, our senses heightened,
Waiting for the sun to shine for us, to greet us one last time

And before the ground is sprayed in red,
The air absorbs that taste of rust and salt,
And the souls of fallen heroes will linger for only a moment

But before the glory of the past turns into
The glory of the present, it cannot stay
in her head, but only in the palm of her hand.


for MJ and the little Blonde, 7/5/2010