A battle - My last hope
And lost in the madness are beauty and fair
Faces caught in fiery bane,
The strong hath fallen, the warriors pain.
When the nightbird sings aloft of myth
And the time doth stray, so as to kiss
The starlight that does linger will
For strong is he who fights this still.
And the earth dot quake, and the wolves do howl
And seen through the haze are the carrion foul,
And the sword to the spear doth yield it's last reply:
"The battle is done! Red is the new dawn's sky!"