ANIMOSITY TO GLORY

Ravishing in the glory of the night
I stood beside the sublime sight
The arm that thrust with might
Now stood a mere reason for all this fright

The demons conquered , the nation my slave
I was turning to ride to the petals of maidens
I turned one last glare at the bloood bath behind
My sinew gave forth to the visions belied

I cried out to the morals that strengthen
Alas! I had to for my pride
My concience did but repudiate
There was no honour for me no pride

No for me the flowers, the petals and those screams
Not for me were the glory and position supreme
All am i but a bloodied murderer , a savant of death and destruction
All am i but a man obscene.

Dismounting the steed, I stumbled across
Corpses and men, dead and close
My limbs the gave way , the blood it spoke
I crawled along to the man i was at war

I held his hand , his breath it gasped
My tears they washed his eyes of the flesh
Brought forth the sword that broke us all
Deserving a death as honoured as them all

Stabbing forth the eyes they gave no tears
This was a death of honour no pain
With the brave man i stood
As i fell my hand he still held

Generals we were in this game of death
Men we were, muderers we aint
He raised his hand to salute my death
We held and gasped as the sun it set

No more tears no more tears
I live in the skies where there is no fear
I float along in subtle ways
I died with a man with honour in his vein