Path of the War Worn
A thousand blades glimmer in the moonlit night
Scattered around a drenched field
Handles tinted crimson from the fight
Many broken in contact with spear and shield
They lay stuck in the soft soil
Laid to rest next to their masters
Hundreds dead for the price of being loyal
The worst of manmade disasters
Some corpses decapitated
As maggots and vultures eat their fill
Respect is given to the fallen hated
Bodies stacked into wagons and buried as they warp and freeze still.
For those who return
Only two paths remain
One of a normal, peaceful, quiet life-long journ
The second filled with horror and violence until going insane.
So which is better
To forget all that has been done
And become your heart’s traitor
Or a life full of violent dreams which cannot be outrun?
Only you can decide
The laws of society which say to move on
Or that of the heart and soul that tell not be to yourself a con
So which to set do you abide?
The time to choose is now fast approaching
A life-time of decisions
On that path you are now devoting
Walk carefully my friend and avoid collisions.