Final Conquest

And she feel to her knees

On a lonely battlefield

Dewdrops stain rose petals

In the dark a curlew cries

The forlorn dirge pierces the night

The sorrowful song

Of broken hearts

And bleeding souls

The mournful music

Of tortured spirits

And battered beings

In the meadow of the dead

Beneath the eerie gloom of twilight

She surveys the fading soul in the fading illumination

Carrion lies amidst the bloodstained grasslands

His blood still cries from the pastures

The seat of passion within her burns

And a firestorm stirs in her eyes

Her soul is ablaze with a fiery red

Then the fire within her is drowned by the cataclysm

Therewith it dies, never to rage again