Destination What?

How timeless
You were,
O, violence;
After summary executions.

A climacteric battle
Rages on, with self.
Inside you, seeking devastatingly
The brown earth.

After the black night,
I will wait for a bright
Sun. it is there, feel
Of sharp landing, through the eye of a needle.

Freedom from the legacy
Of legends. Where you were,
There was no traffic
Of crawling truths.