Serene Chaos

Chaos.
Noise.
People all around.
People running towards each other.
People running away.
People screaming.
People dying.
Blood flying.
Arrows piercing.
Swords cutting.
Axes cleaving.
I slash, cut and pierce my way through the crowd.
I'm going to make it.
I'm going to make it out.
I'm going...
My back...it feels...hot
My chest feels...
What...
I can't breathe.
I'm drowning,
I'm falling,
Falling backwards,
Driving the sword home.
Impaled.

Serenity.
Silence.
I can still see the people.
People running, screaming, dying.
But they are silent, muted.
And slow;
They move like dancers
In a grand ballet.
Moving fluidly, with utmost precision.
They are not really at war.
They are not really afraid.
They are not really dying.
They are all just dancers,
Performers in this grand ballet.
This grand ballet.
But who is watching?
-Composed 12/17/2001