Sometimes the cold can seem alive
Avid in her pursuit of dominion and power
Undaunted by her victims armor
Of blanket and fire


Even the trees, mighty and strong
Succumb to her penetrating gaze
Her ally, the wind, helps in her quest
Blowing her soldiers, ice, through the sky


She continues her assault, seemingly winning
But a time will eventually come, when even she
Cannot win against the warmth of summer, her enemy
For the consuming heat is just as avid in his quest


For who are we to battle such powers?
Their Master, eternal, powerful and mighty
Controls their every gust, their every move
We fight with what we can, but it as yet, an unwinnable battle


Their Master, though He is never seen
His gaze cuts across the land
Knowing our every move, our every counter attack
But our attacks, our skirmishes, are useless


We do them not for the purpose to overthrow
But to simply combat the weapon
Of the enemy that will never be beat
But then again, this was never truly a battle


[Image]To be a battle, one side must have a chance of winning
And we are yet to find any true defense against
Something so powerful, but controlled by something
Even more powerful, more omnipresent


The battle will always be fought, always tried to be won
But only a few truly know that fighting is useless
That it was never truly a battle at all
Simply the people trying to protect themselves


But here I have written, such a long
And quite useless poem, to try my best
To get across a few simple ideas, how well have I done?
I have yet to tell.


A lesson, He sees ALL, He hears ALL
A lesson, we fight against those that need not be fought against
A lesson, though it hurts or is uncomfortable now
It will not be forever, a Glorious End will soon come