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.

-JLD
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5/22/2017