Never war

Never Never Never Wispered across the land Fingers and nails gritted with sand Bloodlust cries screamed against darkness For this was the time of the Never war

As reality broke, fantasy was there to mend it Fantasy, reality, right, wrong, imagination, information all meshed as one as was the time of the Never war

Tears as red as blood came upon the ground One looked for the other, but none was found Thus was the time of the Never war

The mending became stronger as reality became weaker breaking, cracking, crumbling to the sky and turning to dust. One man. One mind. One war. One time. Because this was the time of the Never war.

Teeth and nails sharp as knives fully armored and blade in hand, a question arose as the blade caught the light. What if? To fast to feel the blade moved. Thus was the end of the Never war.

Fantasy stayed to create something new, full of hope as rain turned blue. Imagination, fantasy, right, good, happiness. For this was the start of something New, Something called boldness.