See the white horse reel, hear the clash of steel. Hear the battle cry watch the young men die. On the battleground less and less the sound of the dying soul lying all around. See the armoured knight in his futile fight. Watch his stallion reel hear the clash of steel. Seasoned warriors stand with their swords in hand, greener soldiers fall who had heard the call. Fearful maidens cry for their lovers nigh. Later just to find that their sweetheart died. See the titans fight on into the night, see the reaper creep hear him scream with glee. As the morning comes and the dew drops grow, see the gleaming steel and the wounded bleed. Watch the warrior pause as the silence grows and his blade grows dull, in his wisdom knows. That tomorrow brings just another day in the soldiers life, hunted , hunter, prey. As the last sword rings and final armour dings And the sweat drips down from the beard to ground. And the bloods wiped clean from the mean machine. And the living lament at the loss of the life here so easily spent. The victors all gather at said meeting place. While the white flag is hoisted and the surrendered lose face. Hear the silence fall, see the battles dead. See the grateful kneel see them bow their heads. Hear the warriors cry for the fallen dead. Just the silence falls not a word is said
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