The Battle For The Captive Heart

The trenches are dug; the ground is cleared

No turning back for the side that's revered

The battle grounds are ready for tremendous collision

Meanwhile, the captive's dying from lack of provision

Squeezed of all nutrients, only the shell remains

The Enemy drained The Blood; now poison courses the veins

All color has faded and Black conquers pigments

It's been forced fed and is now full of figments

The situation is desperate, for the rescue missions have failed

The heart has a small opening, but it is heavily veiled

Yet, the Ally refuses to surrender, nor will He ever retreat

He seems completely oblivious to all past defeats

Like the Enemy, He won't rest till the heart's in possession

He will never surrender, for saving hearts is His profession

The trumpets are being blown; the soldiers march in formation

The "face-off" begins; neither side shows intimidation

Weapons are drawn as both sides prepare stances

The Enemy knows that this is one of his last chances

Battle cries fill the still air; the battle is about to begin

The trumpet blows its last tune; it's time for blood to ascend