Lamentation of a Warrior Poet

Many a warrior came charging up the hill Drawing their swords and spears, driven by their own will The shadows over hill shall grievingly foretell The glorious event of battle, the sound, the smell A tale of valor and sacrifice Screening and whispering to death entice Rattle a chain unleashing beasts on the field The will-driven fellows embraced their enemy's dreadful deed Blood immensely shed, dust aroused, scent of death filled the air No feeling, no loos, for a battle fought out of despair Flap thi wings Angels os Dark For the fault of he whom ignited the spark Homeland fragile, for peace they strive A king of no land, against which, contrive A. Dead citizen, one wounded, another to shriek All about top fade away by the river side streak Strike upon opponent, make the land throng Leash thi anger, imply wit, and be strong Many a men claimed quotes of some strange All in all left behind, keep out of range Fear no more death, nor life, witness genocide Of which the king's to: ladies, children and even the mind What God had made, taken away by force Neo-civilization rebuilding, is thi course Forget no massacre, forgive the deed Entirely aiming to preserve that dying breed