Flashbacks

Lost in translation,
In between the lines,

Sieved through false intellect
And passive reactions,
Quietly,
Time leaked by in fractions,

Dull and Gory,
the same old story,

Of questions asked,
and nights trashed,

And then this desire to relive,
a moment that's passed,

The soft transition,
of the night into the the morn,

This weird desire to belong,
to the time that's gone.

To be or not?

Dropped his armor,
It slowed him down.

If at all he should,
He will lay one last bait.

Fear, he had none.

He'd take one shot at the beast,
And put to an end, this heist.

He will either kill,
or death shall be his tonight.

He looks prepared,
For this one last fight.

And this tiny piece of land,
Shall be the witness first hand.

To the heroics of this brave man,
The last one, of his clan.

Faced by mankind's most perilous question-
" To be or not"?