The Long Tale No. 5 - The Music of War

The clang of swords could be heard for miles, the man noted. The music of war was both monstrous and beautiful. Two dancers, moving to the beat of their fury. Each slice a note, each block a beat. A chorus of pain silenced only by the call of victory and the shriek of defeat. For neither could exist alone or apart. As, even if the pen became mightier than the sword, or the men fell to their own destruction, either death or diplomacy wins and the other loses. This is the true music of war. An endless cry of futility.