*A snapshot of one of the characters in my book, I sat down to write about something else entirely and this came out so please, be kind.
A collision of values
swarm around the overeager fighter
Choice, chance, fate, fiction
all become meaningless in the
endless single moments of battle
Unable to stop, breathe, reprieve
or maybe unwilling to even try.
(self-destruction implies awareness.)
lies only the edged purity of will
skirmishing to contain
the slow, creeping seeds planted
by forces beyond time
to sow a chaos unlike the world
has ever known.
It may yet be enough.
It may yet be our end.