Shots Flying in the Dark

This poem was inspired by my close friend.

This endless battle bathed in light

Comes to a standstill at the helm

Reasoning it all from your view

I simply stand with an open palm

Then your magnet turned to gold

Feverishly I waited for the fall

But it never happened reluctantly

As I stood pacing right here and all

Waiting the moment for its diminish

While I simply take the opposite side

You never recede and as I finish

Always tempting me, you merely fly

The revolution must takes its toll

Opening blinders for a new age

Simply relaxing and fighting strong

I numbly surrender, recessing rage

Advancement on all fronts, you say

Guiding the morality for future days

Never ceasing fight, given up ways

Until push and cornered from delay

But then I held my head up high

Knowing faith full well in my head

Science will never explain the need

Filling myself up with constant dread

Hoping that one day this will show

The bronzed age stone will merely flow

Seeping through the cracks from below

The musket shot, low and to behold