When demigods play at war,
mortals die many deaths.
An incoming tide of emotion
flows heavy through unfilled hearts;
would that it scours the debris
as an ebbing tide ransoms a shoreline
or poppies claim a battleground.
The heart-wounded cannot seek justice
when, unmasked, justice is revenge.
Revenge separates the soul -
leaves crying as its sole reward
a graven graveyard of salty regret.
Tomorrow beckons with promise
new day, new pathways -
dawning light's release
or the tightening grip of darkness,
the strangling suicide of the soul.