The Pyre of life........
When you fight monsters , you must take care lest you become one
Deep in the vale of wasted dreams
a chasm of undaunted rebellions ran....
humming the saga in hindered refrains,
of one malicious decaying clan.
The silence of the night waited in the forest
where the unsightly bodies of obscure armies rest....
He who wastes in the rivers of fire,
he who knew , the consequences would be dire
shall forever in his vile heart repent
that he never , to the plea, his ears had lent.
The pleas of the mother echos through the dusk
and the necropolis awakes with a mammoth task
The smouldering pyres sang the ballad of the dead
and the memoirs of a battle , unforgiven, did fade.
The hearts of men are easily seduced
to dust their lives are easily reduced
Many had fallen before their fate
withering leaves for the winds to rake.
The demise of Humanity did prove the rest
When the soldiers of the wilderness stabbed the newborn's chest.........