Mana: The Fabric that Weaves Us All

Mana: Fabric that Weaves Us All

By Fred Venturini

A great war rages.

Yet the city is unscorched. Quiet. Unaware.

Loyalties will be compromised. Casualties are unavoidable.

Lives will be changed. The city sleeps. I do not.

The war will hear rousing cries of victorious battles,

The ground will bear the blood of failure.

The war is devoid of trenches and armor.

It rises quickly, nebulous-pitched,

Then falls, then reaches higher,

A luscious dichotomy burning in my core.

The war is reckless, lethal, and cruel . . .

And loving, a great lesson, breaking limits that never were.

The city will go on forever.

Yet the war, the crusade of the heart,

the battle of life, the clash of soul and mind, will not.

I cling to life with brittle claws, knowing all the while, I cannot
win.

Yet I cannot lose.

The war will die with me-

yet it is the brave stand we mount that makes us men.