Eschaton's Apprentice

When the year of decans
Are put to less than a half
Shall do an infant
Feel naught from the life valve

Who could ever foresee
In the bright and beaming daylight
That a cold war and killing spree
Become the dreadful two blights?

The two celestial lovers -
They name them Venus and Mars,
Their name rhymes with "suffers",
Abandon the ancient vow beneath the stars.

Amidst a warfare of silence,
Aloof be his senses,
For at once what's built shall be put to ashes,
And for the next days a man solitarily marches.

August 28, 2015
15:28
"In the middle of the fresh academic's triumphant jubilation,
And surrounded by restless souls of those who are having their clandestine mourns of graduation."