Misspent youth with passions ebbing
lives lived in a cold, hostile dread
lies shrouded in sacred vows given
truth left hidden in words unsaid.
A cold passion in battles waged
while children became the prize
enduring pawns to warrior parents
not knowing which one to despise.
Years of agony and the battle raged
no victory for either side
peace will reign in the house of war
only when the combatants have died.
When did the line ‘tween love and hate
get so battered and so muddied
Who gave the signal to the battle join
who was first, beaten and bloodied.
Tormented love, triumphant hate
joined in wedlock profane
finding battles won or lost
in wretched delight, victorious pain.
Note: this was one of the very first challenge phrases I ever wrote from. It preceeds Passions in Poetry by a few months (I think). When I first met Ron, he was posting on the old 'miningco.com' website (it's about.com now). The group of poets there were doing challenges and this phrase was one I suggested (my future daughter in law came up with it). Ron's was so much better than mine and so different. It's amazing how we can all take a few words and see something different in them. I LOVE doing this.