The blood spilled out,

Over the dusty ground.

The last to fall,

In a battle lost,

By each person,

And every group involved.

Still they continue,

And tint the trail they follow,

Reliving the terror,

And remembering their cause.

Even in the despair,

They still persevere and,

All they meet fall,

Or join them,

In marking the path,

To a destination unknown.

Shot after shot rings out,

On the almost barren land.

The marked field for fighting.

No one stops to help those fallen.

They carry on,

Until they themselves,

Become the fallen.

The point is reached,

Where love is dead,

Fear has been burned out,

And logic has no lease.

Then they realize,

The war they're fighting,

Ended centuries ago,

And live in another world.

They are separated,

Because they are different,

Changed by the force,

That brought everyone together.