• The battle raged,
    so well fought,
    One unseen foe,
    one unruley plot.

    The other side with
    one spy, one friend,
    a deceiver, a seer,
    no chance to make amend.

    A century battle,
    a twisted fate,
    now drawn to hope,
    but remain the hate.

    A torn desire,
    a shatterd dream,
    All they would want,
    or what it would seem.

    The air sizzled with fire,
    air screaming with pain,
    Flames will burn,
    but ashes remain.

    As the battle's rage,
    grew to it's height,
    The fires grew,
    and the timeless fight.

    The sky darkened,
    clouds burdend with rain,
    As the flames lept,
    one scream of pain.

    Three friends gatherd,
    to stop the killing,
    Both sides hated,
    but neither were willing.

    Thunder silenced the groups,
    lightning ripped the sky,
    and as the rain came down,
    bullets and words started to fly.

    Words of help and
    words of hate,
    flew through the air,
    but it was too late.

    The wind whipped
    like a sharpend rope,
    For the battle to be over,
    was a small hope.

    Bullets met flesh,
    blood couldn't be spaired,
    The sky pure black,
    but no one cared.

    Suddenly it was over,
    one battle reached it's end,
    Many scars were left,
    time couldn't mend.

    Cries of sadness
    tormented the night,
    That one great battle,
    That one great fight.