Organized Chaos

How do we travel through this difficult land?

Is trouble far or are the Beasts close at hand?

How do we go by our days with so little worry?

Is this what we earn as rewards, amidst the blood and fury?

My bones crack at this sight.

The woods are barren and the seas in a fight.

What did this? Is this part of some elaborate plan?

If this be the act of Nature,

Or a human clan?

I have learned to accept it with contentment.

There is beauty in disaster, do not give it to resentment.

For it taunts us with words and most thoughts most foul,

That to sometimes speak against it, you need to be more than loud.

I love to understand the complexities of Man.

How we comprehend the actions on our hand?

Is it right or is it wrong to assume that this Chaos is just?

All I know is this:

Sometimes, it is a must.

For the world’s heart needs to beat just like ours.

She knows we have voices and all kinds of powers.

But to breathe and to see,

To know and to hear,

She must understand,

That my folk are organized chaos my dear.