The World Remains
As the rain falls and the drums beat the suns rays dampen and the sounds of battle quell.
The sword sheath and the heart turns to mourning of the fallen.
Those still standing sway from the weight upon their heart as they see how their friends were torn apart.
Like bark stripped from timber with the ease of melting snow.
The hopes and dreams of many stamped out.
No curse or prayer bringing them back.
Long ago men stood a breast.
Stock and trade varied man to man.
All would make a stand.
Only a few would remain.
No sacrifice in vain.
In the struggle to stay sane.
Memories bled through and home was the only happy thought.
A stone house was met by few and charred remains for others.
A land ravaged by hate and pain.
Monuments raised to praise those who fell.
Although none were needed for the world remembers.
And the world is the one that pays.
The World Remains.
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