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Upon the field

Of Empty dreams

Where bodies fall

With bloody screams

Death coats

All the land

Leaving not one person

There to stand

What is there left

There to do

When all has fallen

And rotted through

I stand there watching

In the decollate night

Armour gleeming

In the red moon light

Sword held firm

at my side

Dripping clean

With bloodied pride

Fought so hard

Yet all for naught

Death's hand now leading me

Through all the rot

No longer needed

Nothing's right

So now I drift

Into the night

Off the path

Now I'm lost

For my love

I paid the cost