Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Enemy is Endless in Number

The empire we served had died
When the neighboring states contrived
And their jealous hordes rose up
And the empire was strangled
By the nameless numbers
We never stood down
Our arms still held
We shall never cast them aside
We have chosen to fight
Despite the cost
Our numbers were hollowed
With our youth ended
Laying upon the fields
Under a sky burning
Bleeding into the tall grass
The burning sun never dies
Illuminating the field
Day to night
The castle ramparts are occupied
The inner keep filled by an army
Each with weapons at the ready
But we, the resistance are prepared
To set that army to flight
Our world set afire
By the treachery and deceit
Of supposed allies
We bore the burden of battle
They fled and left us to die
But we survived
Hunted though
Hounded unto death
We refused to surrender
Because now our nation has passed
Into the archives of scholars
But the empire's honor still lives
We carry it with us
We have risen despite the odds
It is a task only the most brave bear
And we are brave
For there is no existence
Living a lesser life
When one has lived as the chosen
One who would never flee
One who would always stand
While others flee the field
Knowing the enemy is endless