Summoned to fulfil my oath
to defend my king and country.
My post the crumbled battlements
the flames shall soon devour.
Arrow shafts blot out the sun
as our foes decent upon us.
Battering at the gates below
our glory on the threshold.
Their wheels have razed the keep
and their smokes choked out our lives.
our numbers all but cut in half
and the ravens descend slowly.
Broken blades and half-hewn shields
line the demented spectres.
Shadows of the loss they took,
lusting for their enemies.
A great waves washes the field;
my eyes do not deceive me.
The remains of our lost regained
now sweeping from the hillside.
From ruins we now redeem,
our stars restored in full diadem -
At the cost of our brothers,
Whose names will linger on.
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