A Thousand Wars

by Seb Astill

The fading moon rides

a crimson sky

Filled with the blood

of wars gone by

And above the mountains

a vulture soars

Over the land

of a thousand wars

The souls of the dead

are all thats left

In the barren remains

of the forgotten west

Denied by the light for

fighting a war

Destroying the land

with a thousand wars

Carrying the screams

Of the lost and damned

The cold wind blows

Across shattered lands

And over the graves

Of the soldiers of yore

Thier names forgotten

In a thousand wars

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