Thundering heartbeats in sync,
Commotion in great folds,
Bellowing out wordly lyric,
Hands slipping out of holds.

Eyes lit with fire but wreathed,
Screams of anger and anguish,
Fighting scarred and unsheathed,
Oh, what great languish.

Flames lambent before rages now,
Eating up every hindrance,
Giving an iridescent dark shadow,
Movements in flurry and leaving destruction in its wake.

As if doused with renewed energy,
With a tenuous number of warriors,
Minds devoid of any resolve or auspicious remedy,
Charging and slaying in indescribable rages.

The sound of a clarion being blown,
Feets stops, heavy breathing,
Low hush of the wind whispering and forlorn,
The battle of the century has reached its ending.

Celebration in high waves,
Tears of joy and pain being released,
Searching for the loved ones,
Time to rebuild the world.

The gentle sound of a book closing,
Teary face glistening under the moonlight,
Smile on lips and heart steady breathing,
The settling lull of the breeze and starry night.

Sleep well, my darling bibliophile,
As the winds caresses your blankets,
Dawn is almost here,
Another book awaits.