A Triumph of Failure

A soft, toy, ball made of nothing but flesh,
Acts as if it’s composed of steel.
Steel that never feels the shots of blood bestowed upon surface,
And steel that cannot decipher glory and pride from savagery and swagger.

An Abyss of self-constrained image and a mirror to accompany it,
This steel toy has nothing a soft throne with daggers on its seat.
Holding a sword with a blade on each side but has eyes to only see one.
A toy soon turns into an instrument of malice.

Malicious notes sweat through the pores of this instrument,
And her red horn, which outputs sounds of triumph when its real color is brass.
Piercing the air filled with gray clouds when only yesterday the heavens were clear.
The death march brings all to hail their king and their dirge is resonates through all hell.

While each string is struck, a soul descends into the black clouds.
The eyes of this instrument soon turn into the handle of a newly created weapon,
And all those to see with their own eyes soon experience the same reward.
This weapon has a coat of chrome, chrome that makes any reflection seem holy and true.

It slayed the phoenix, and guillotined its ashes,
Bringing re-birth and apologies has a new meaning, Impossible.

Eyes blazing with fire, and longing for the deepest desire,
To prevail through the top of the mountain,
Yet no one stands in the way to tell him that he is a mile away walking.
Weapons such as hammers and anvils burden his strong arms, not realizing the satchel.

Now standing in the heart of snow,
With lungs weighed down with rusted tar and an appetite for destruction.
Gray hair crawling off the essence, when only yesterday it was black and strong.
On his knees now praying to god for the first time when yesterday mercy questionable.

The white snow turned gray, then red.
The majestic crimson snow absorbed bloodless flesh and a cold heart.
A weapon, turned back into a toy,
And a toy that has been fiddled with too long, too long to learn a lesson.

Now tears of ice crumble from his eyes,
The eyes that now has seen the other half of the sword,
And the tears seem to shatter when dropped upon the soft ice.
And the man soon triumphed again, but this time it was the ultimate failure.