By Hunter Sargent
Houlton Junior High School
eighth-grader
A war of ancients,
Dark and light,
The children of both,
outcasts of plight.
Drawn to the brink,
with nowhere to hide,
Fighting as mercenaries,
The blood spilt holds no pride.
By their bearers before them,
They are scorned with disgust,
And to the humans they resemble,
Tis’ nothing but distrust.
Dark and Light,
Mask their true form from thought,
And the citadels they control,
Have only toiled and fought.
A city of Light,
Shining through the dark,
A Burg of Darkness,
Bearing the beast’s mark.
Saint Alyssia,
A flicker of gratitude,
Anger,
A dwelling of wretched solitude.
Heaven and Hell,
A war never ending,
The Nephilim’s Plight,
A torture descending.
One day it will end,
And that is the start,
But until that day,
True strength only lies in the heart.
