I walked through the park 2 minutes till midnight and

thought myself a citadal

Now these four walls shrivel and wither

Mourning the unsung hero

——-

I thought myself a citadel,

and fell to no fearsome blade

One word is all it took

A martyr has she made,

In a soldierless war.

——-

The stone shield is defeated

By a wave of a hand

My stainless armor decays

With a single putrid glance

I am not a fighter, I am not strong –

Enough.

——

One word is all it took

To shatter and dismay

A war without fighters

Has ended today.