A Rush of Blood to the Head
The situation was one which seemed to frequent the hero much too often.Smoke and dust permeated the air as he entered the land which the locals just called the Hall.Being an experienced traveller, this wasnt very distressing but like any other time that feeling at the pit of the stomach ( the one described with butterflies) was inevitable.
As he pitched camp at the break of dawn he looked around at his fellow people.Many had been warned days like this would come but alas they heed not what they fear not.Rather thought they feared not.Thus when it was actually time they were underprepared except those few who have various forms of chronophobia and were forever paranoid about such times.
But then it was now or never and the enemy had been sighted and the weapons raised.They knew they had but a few hours to show their defense and that that woud be enough to "impress" the higher powers to award them or punish them duly.
Fight they did.And how.Bravely though many were wounded beyond all hope.As any other war it is about survival of the fittest.And the fittest will survive.
As the sun set on the horizon signalling an end to the battle, the men walked back exchanging stories of valour and grief but the hero walked alone.He had been thinking why and who he had been doing this for.What was the purpose of these endless wars time and again?Just to impress someone else?Isnt life about being happy?So the Elders talk of better times if he gets enough awards.We are supposed to learn something from these wars.Ostensibly.He seems to realise theres much to learn than wars can ever teach you.
Perhaps one day he will be answered.But til that day he has to go on fighting those battles.Enemy after enemy.Day after day.Year after year.
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Im currently halfway into my exams.Please forgive my delusions and Calvin-like hallucinations.It is hopefully but a passing phase.
(The title is just a dedication to Cold Play----totally awesome!!!)
As he pitched camp at the break of dawn he looked around at his fellow people.Many had been warned days like this would come but alas they heed not what they fear not.Rather thought they feared not.Thus when it was actually time they were underprepared except those few who have various forms of chronophobia and were forever paranoid about such times.
But then it was now or never and the enemy had been sighted and the weapons raised.They knew they had but a few hours to show their defense and that that woud be enough to "impress" the higher powers to award them or punish them duly.
Fight they did.And how.Bravely though many were wounded beyond all hope.As any other war it is about survival of the fittest.And the fittest will survive.
As the sun set on the horizon signalling an end to the battle, the men walked back exchanging stories of valour and grief but the hero walked alone.He had been thinking why and who he had been doing this for.What was the purpose of these endless wars time and again?Just to impress someone else?Isnt life about being happy?So the Elders talk of better times if he gets enough awards.We are supposed to learn something from these wars.Ostensibly.He seems to realise theres much to learn than wars can ever teach you.
Perhaps one day he will be answered.But til that day he has to go on fighting those battles.Enemy after enemy.Day after day.Year after year.
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Im currently halfway into my exams.Please forgive my delusions and Calvin-like hallucinations.It is hopefully but a passing phase.
(The title is just a dedication to Cold Play----totally awesome!!!)
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