Maybe I Should Stay Here

The crows have tried to make me one of them:
They've called for me, for I "was meant for this."
My own death they would have me to condemn,
And then draft me into the Black Abyss.
The fiercest forces known by beast or man,
By anything that dwells upon the earth;
Brings ending to what Earth herself began,
By pitting man-on-man to show man's worth.
So bathe her body in redness and men,
And see what pointless thing you will achieve:
Mere threads for Death's cloak, like ink from the pen.
And misled fables none or few believe.
But don't think that, though I was born for war,
That it's your cause that I'll be fighting for.