The Crow, the Crusade, and the Collapse

An arrow shot past my head, Punctured nothing resting inside. It took another one instead. I shrink as their land spreads, A heavy scar to remain beside. An oppressed feeling of dread. Shields and swords stained red, Dependent on our stolen pride. They took another one instead. Cannons fire across the stead, Watching as the sky is dyed. An oppressed feeling of dread. Candles melted slowly as I fled, Waiting for memories to subside. An oppressed feeling of dread. Hoping for a tear not to shed, Nothing like that can slide. An oppressed feeling of dread. It should have taken me instead.