There Will Be No Truce

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In the depths of conflict, where shadows loom,
There stands a resolute, unyielding doom.
No compromise, no quarter given,
The battle wages on, unforgiven.

There will be no truce!
The lines are drawn, the stakes are high.
No retreat, no surrender, we defy.
The embers glow, the flames ignite,
In this eternal fight, we'll never yield to night.

Through treacherous paths, we've forged our way,
No fear can conquer, no obstacle can sway.
With hearts ablaze, we charge into the fray,
Our spirits unyielding, come what may.

There will be no truce!
The lines are drawn, the stakes are high.
No retreat, no surrender, we defy.
The embers glow, the flames ignite,
In this eternal fight, we'll never yield to night.

Betrayal and deceit, the enemy's guise,
But we remain steadfast, with piercing eyes.
Their treachery we scorn, their threats we scorn,
For in our hearts, the flame of defiance burns.

There will be no truce!
The lines are drawn, the stakes are high.
No retreat, no surrender, we defy.
The embers glow, the flames ignite,
In this eternal fight, we'll never yield to night.

As the battle rages, we stand our ground,
Our spirits unbroken, our resolve profound.
No truce shall break our vow, no fear can tame,
In this eternal fight, our victory we claim.