Blood on the floor
Can battle no more
The stench of death
The bodies torn
This is real
This is war
Sword drawn
Catching a breath
Another loyal brethren dead
Crying as we watch them
Hitting their knees
The brave few
The warriors
This is war
He cried as he's hit
One more time
In fear
Of death
With his last breath
He screams for his lover
Afraid for her
For she will be alone
He prays
Prays his son wont follow his footsteps
For he will not be there
To stop him
He sees her
Her raven hair
Blue eyes
Sun kissed skin
As he reaches for the light
And with a slash of a sword
He is gone
Hope left her face
It dripping with tears
Her blue eyes dull
Her daughter screaming
For she could scream no more
His grave is covered in roses
And her tears
She would rather die
Than be standing here
She holds her daughter's hand
Her legs shaking
Shes barely able to stand
Her heart nearly stops
As she walks away
The price of war
For what its worth
Is a soul sucker
Is only here to take lives
In a pointless fight
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Christiana Strauss
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