As the dawn rose, and the banners waved.. The trumpets blared, and arrows flew.. As the horses nayed, and the men cried out.. On came the storm, that shattered their hopes..

Dripping wet, they fought and screamed... Soaked and dead they ended their days.. Muddied hills with crimson blood.. With only the dead to dance their due..The Reaper paid, full to the fool.. Spades in double, to play this game..Crickets the sound, only this night, With fireflys the only light..

The hills stands empty, save for the fools.. Who fell in the battle, for Power so rude..

-Sean