Journey of the 5

Seething emotions spill forth from crevises long forgotten.
Boiling thoughts and drought of attention overwhelm our shining city.
False faces showing true beastly forms attack our retreating selves.
Our Soul in tatters, limping around us the battered body, we leave.
We leave behind the only place of true belonging we know.

We flee!

Broken minds and knotted cords of feeling, sap our strength.
Spinning compass always pointing back, back towards empty dying lands.
There is naught left but ruin there.

We shall continue!

Our goal, to find a new home for a defeated army.
We lose many parts of our once great Machine.
Weep naught for those lost during the campaign.
For those left are the greatest of us all.
Ideals that can lead us, rebuild us.
'Strength' and 'Wrath' are fine but 'Pride' is wounded.
'Vigilance' is standing guard
We can start anew but only if 'Hope' survives.

We march on!

Upon our humped backs we bear
the reminders of our collapse,
the destoyers of our world and
the treasures of our past life.

We are encumbered with-
A box of Broken Dreams
A bottle of Crushed Spirits
A sliver of A Shattered Heart.

We wander the many paths we find.
All dead ends and blocked roads.
We are losing 'Hope' and 'Strength'.
While 'Vigilance' is wavering.
Only 'Wrath' still stands with 'Pride'.

We endure!

Falling apart at the seems we treck on.
Heaving our burdens we crest the next hill.
Looking for a sign of relief, the five of us find...

PART 2 is a work in progress.