Following Darkness

Like moths drawn to a black flame,
We follow our darkness
Until none remain.

There is nothing to save us.
Only the words of men,
Each worn and useless.

Igniting war is nothing.
The right words are harder.
What is happening?

The cost of war is too much.
But none will ever say,
Or admit as such.

Their lies tell of its glory.
Then the young will listen,
To their own folly.

Silent legacy goes on
Forever and ever.
Nobody has won.

Like moths drawn to a black flame
We follow our darkness,
Until none remain.