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The Great War
STOP! Please don’t do it
My friend
My friend who I’ve known since I was young
The one I relied on
The one who I talked to about everything
STOP! I yell
My friend, you cannot do this
Do you not remember the promise you made!?
You promised those people that you would protect them
And now
Here, in the end
The end of this long journey
You fail them!
They counted on you
I counted on you!
STop… The scream can’t finish the word
As my friend leaves the battlefield
Carrying with him his life
And nothing else
He was the only one who could stop them
Who are “They” you ask?
They were powerful beasts
And my friend was the only one who could stop them
He was one of them
He turned against his own kind to help us,
Realized we were the good guys
We were like brothers
And now, the end of the world upon us
My friend leaves
Because it was too difficult
Please… I whisper as the enemy draws near
My friend, you have the power to stop them
He listens, pondering, seeing his brother slowly dying
He speaks
“Are you really the ‘good guys’?”
The question rings in my ears
Good and evil, can they even be separated anymore?
My friend looks down upon me
“Good and evil, black and white,
Not so easy when you think about it.
Your people shot first, perceived us as the threat,
We wanted peace!
Your people made it war, not us!”
I’m sorry… I can barely get it out
Was he right?
These ‘beasts’ may have wanted peace all along
Yes, we shot first, but it was out of caution
Tears stream down my cheek,
Realizing we were wrong to fire so quickly,
That it will end like this
My friend walks away,
As one of these ‘beasts’ leans down to me, drawing its weapon
A sword of pure energy, cut through me like a hot knife through butter
In my final moments, I see my friend, my brother,
Walk away with the ‘beast’
Who took
My life.
This piece was written in my creating writing class, we were studying ballads, and this was my entry. I wanted to ask the question about who is really good and who is really evil.