The Price of Strife

Patience,

A noble man’s wound.

Trusted by all, sworn to none

Is it worth it all?

Worth the pain it takes to know another of his tribe

To be deceived,

To be loved,

To enter a ruthless fight.

It is them who hurt us

Not bypassing strangers

That swipe our pride?

Then why do we enter this bond of infinity?

That never ends with a single fright.

We crave the anger,

We crave the amour,

We loathe the white night.

Nevertheless, we were born for this

But enforced to be blind.

It isn’t a habit,

Just a difference of sight.

Costing us all, At the price of strife.