TheBattlefield,

Hold me close and never let go?
I am cold and scared.
Insecurity is never an option, but such is Assurance.

We are now spread atop the Battlefield,
sometimes not necessary but is needed still
depended upon though independently standing
won’t there be a winner but two?
Victorious over the Triumph of mutual direction
So what shall the ultimatum be?

Detested is when Tempests and Trials,
Tripled by vicious Time attempting to shake our grounds,
Is there enough Ammunition to survive?
Are we destined to fade away?
Or last through it all?

What if our Fears breed Reality?