The dark lit city, the swirl of confetti, the promise of peace. Tell me, go on, that we can lay that sword down, that hurt and avarice and winter are no more. People don't hunt eachother, there is no dagger in the back of another, time has ceased in the stillness we can all stand upon balconies far above the scintillating shine and know a lustrous light wherein there is no hurt. The war is over forever. It is.