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Demons run,
When a good man goes to war.
Night can’t fall when Day has not begun,
till a good man goes to war.
Friendships awry, true loves good-bye,
Day-light breaks and the Hope wills,
when a good man goes to war.
Demons run, but count the cost
the battle’s still to come, is the line crossed?
A goal perceived, silence achieved,
when a good man goes to war.
The fate of fears and shallow tears,
do demons run, when he leaves none.
A good man has gone to war.
His illumination costs his souls salvation,
Companionship is a hardship
when a good man returns from war.
Demons run no more,
their silence testament to his war.
When a good man goes to war,
the light of illumination must be contained.
Radiance of truth, annihilation of innocence,
when a good man prides his war.
Mockery and sneers, incredulity and jeers,
when a good man hides his war.
Patience for him, patience for them,
tolerance is clearance.
When a good man understands war,
he will know what’s in store.
Hopes will, true loves’ thrill,
when a good man sees a little more.
No demons, no darkness, no encore,
when a good man ceases to war.
Two hearts for the sharing,
one for him and one for them.
No more demons, just observations,
when a good man ceases to war.



In this video I set my revised version of Demons Run to a bit of music from The Doctor Who archive that I found rather fitting.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.



I was inspired to create this based on the popular Doctor Who plot, Demons Run.


Demons run
when a good man goes to war.
Might will fall and drown the sun
when a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies,
night will fall and the dark will,
when a good man goes to war.
Demons run, but count the cost
the battle’s won, but the child is lost.


Essentially what I expanded upon was the choices a good man can make to find out that sometimes the journey is the destination.  And upon the completion of that one man’s journey, the end of his life, he has a piece of the whole puzzle required by another to continue their journeys.


We get so caught up in what we think we can see that we do not realize what we could see but don’t; and so often never realize there are things that we simply cannot let fathom.  It is here that so much pain is rooted in; for the most logical and emotional alike, and everyone in between.




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