Green leaves doused in crimson blood

Dripping through the soil

Where martyrs stood, all brotherhood

Forsaken in their toil

Where men parry, gouge and wander

With their mortal wounds exposed

Where maybe they should saunter

Through their daydreams, hopes and woes

Where legends lost and allies fought

Where heroes met their match

Where someone should've told the soldiers not

To battle come attached

For when one day the warring halts

Blank eyes will roll, to not reveal

Emotion, or familiar faults

Or traces of their tales

Of warriors lonely, seeking

What they're sure they'll never find

What only dead and dying

Know, for life has passed them by