Rhythm

Can you hear the drums beating?
The low rumbling has just begun
Can you see the beginnings again
Struggles where no one has won

Nihilistic overlords willing to risk
That which was never their own
Gambling the lives of the others
Tight death grip on their throne

Costs will be paid, innocent blood
Will be spilled without any reason
They will claim a personal victory
For all of their unwilling legions

Stoic Poetry