The Battlefield

There lies a bleeding body,
Sprawled upon the ground.
There are so many others;
Just take a look around.

The fight it was with brothers,
Each lusting for the crown.
Now many a hero has fallen,
All the flags have been torn down.

Now I stand here the victor,
The country is all my own,
But nobody is left for me to rule
From atop my golden throne.

My friends, my neighbours, my brothers,
All the people I did love,
Have gone to join their gods now
In the Heavens far above.

It is time now to rebuild,
And again we will be strong,
But the peace I will establish
Will not last for long.

1993

battle.txt

Property of Suzanne P. Currie. Updated July 02, 2007 01:23 AM -0400.