Night Vision

Just because you cannot see it

Does not mean it is not there

Although the masters of illusion

Would tell you otherwise

While pulling the strings

Of tyrant kings

And demented clowns

A verdant view

The reaper’s hue

Stalks the shadows

With purpose in its orders

Four stars

Accidents

Suicide

Burning flags

An uneasy uprising

I close my eyes

And hear it all

Whispers in the dark

Time to act

Like clowns

React

Like chemistry

Silence

Those with open eyes

Held in the sights

They embrace the void

Before the sword ascends