Presently

Where vestiges of ancient scars
Lock eyes with radiance of hope
There lies a battle ground, its grass
Grown dry and weary by the path.
This place, this sacred place of past
And future lies in dreary mist;
The merger, mingling mindlessly
Of empty sorrow and half-wit
Stands deep within the hollow heart
Within resounding chambers, shouts
And promises what lies ahead
Shall--must--be better than what went.
And hence, the brightening of dawn
In such a moment, that which draws
A draw between the old and new
And knew what old had never ought...

The ground, its sound sounds all around
And crashing through the gates, we move.