As the Raven flies, a love song dies.

It's melody graceful and warm.

It's meaning hidden and torn.

Now in the war it plays this song.

Both sides freeze as it plays along.

The heartbeat slows as the last note fades.

And eyes open to see how blind they truly had become.

They sought blood instead of love.

Anger divided what had once been one.

They walk divided when together they could run.

They seek to win the war.

When in reality, the only war to be won, is one within...

So...
Ya, I spent a decent amount of time on this poem, it's my first actual rhyming on. What did you think? (Oh and do you like the new cover?)