Armistice Day

Nothing is real and everything is a dream

But dreams must come alive to have meaning,

lest our mind drift to and fro,

tossed about like a leaf on a cold, cold autumn day.

She screamed deep in the night like a banshee, sending her awful message.

I knew death was coming, and yet I refused to hear.

I wanted more than anything to live and yet

I refused to be swayed by her outburst of anger.

Her breath blew ice cold on the nape of my neck

with her every whisper in my ear.

I was in for the fight of my life,

facing a battle I could not win.

Lies and truth, mingled with despair.

Lies and truth, does anyone care?

Lies and truth, I cannot surrender,

What is my truth, what is my gender?

The day of the battle was finally at hand,

I faced the banshee and trembled.

I knew it was then I would make my last stand,

In a place and a time no one would remember.

There is a time, and there is a day

when our dreams require our perfect attention.

I stood listening, but could not hear the demand

I had ignored since the time I was born.

Who am I? Why must I fight? My soul has grown tired,

I am ready to give up and just fall on my blade.

But my dream spoke to me one more time,

Suddenly I realized what I had not seen before.

Lies and truth, mingled with despair.

Lies and truth, does anyone care?

Lies and truth, I’m but a pretender,

What is my truth, what is my gender?

What death takes in Autumn, the Spring brings anew,

The birds in the air now sing a new song,

We fight the truth that comes in our dreams,

As the Banshee offers to dance, to correct a great wrong.

Some wars are settled with the blood of your enemies spilled

On the field of valor, or maybe just ego,

But how do you kill a dream that offers you life,

Knowing you were ready to fall just moments before?

I bowed towards the woman,

her scream could not be repealed,

My death would come swiftly,

on that great field.

Lies and truth, mingled with despair.

Lies and truth, does anyone care?

Lies and truth, I can only surrender,

What is my truth, what is my gender?

Nothing is real and everything is a dream

But dreams must come alive to have meaning.

The woman found life in my flesh on that day,

my battle had finally come to an end.


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